Luyện nghe bài hát The Highwayman

By noyes

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The wind was a of darkness among the gusty trees,
The moon was a galleon tossed upon cloudy seas,
The was a ribbon of moonlight, over the purple moor,
And the highwayman riding-

The highwayman riding, up to the old inn-door.

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a french cocked-hat on his forehead, a bunch of lace at his chin,
A coat of the claret velvet, and breeches of doe-skin;
fitted with never a wrinkle: his boots were up to the thigh!
And he rode with a twinkle,
His pistol a-twinkle,
His hilt a-twinkle, under the jewelled sky.

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Over the cobbles he clattered and in the dark inn-yard,
And he with his whip on the shutters, but all was locked and barred;
He whistled a to the window, and who should be waiting there
But the landlord's daughter,
Bess, the daughter,
Plaiting a red love-knot into her long black hair.

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And dark in the old inn-yard a creaked
Where tim the ostler listened; his face was white and
His eyes were hollows of madness, his like mouldy hay,
But he the landlord's daughter,
The red-lipped daughter,
as a dog he listened, and he heard the robber say-

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"one kiss, my bonny sweetheart, I'm after a to-night,
But I shall be with the yellow gold before the morning light;
Yet, if they press me sharply, and harry me the day,
look for me by moonlight,
for me by moonlight,
I'll come to thee by moonlight, though hell bar the way."

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He rose upright in the stirrups; he scarce could her hand,
But she loosened her hair i' the casement! his face burnt a brand
As the cascade of perfume came tumbling over his breast;
And he kissed waves in the moonlight,
(oh, sweet black in the moonlight!)
Then he tugged at his in the moonlight, and galloped away to the west.

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He did not come in the dawning; he did not come at
And out o' the tawny sunset, the rise o' the moon,
When the road was a gipsy's ribbon, looping the moor,
A troop came marching-

King george's men marching, up to the old inn-door.

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They said no word to the landlord, drank his ale instead,
But gagged his daughter and bound her to the foot of her narrow bed;
Two of them knelt at her casement, muskets at their side!
There was death at window;
And at one dark window;
For bess could see, through the casement, the road that he ride.

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had tied her up to attention, with many a sniggering jest;
They bound a musket beside her, with the barrel her breast!
"now keep good watch!" and kissed her.
She the dead man say-
Look for me by
for me by moonlight;
I'll come to by moonlight, though hell should bar the way!

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She twisted her hands behind her; but all the held good!
She writhed her hands till here were wet with sweat or blood!
stretched and strained in the darkness, and the hours crawled by like
Years,
Till, now, on the of midnight,
Cold, on the of midnight,
The tip of one finger touched it! the at least was hers!

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The tip of one finger touched it; she no more for the rest!
Up, she up to attention, with the barrel beneath her breast,
She would not risk their she would not strive again;
For the road lay bare in the
Blank and bare in the
And the blood of her veins in the moonlight throbbed to her refrain.

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Tlot-tlot; tlot-tlot! had they heard it? the
Ringing
Tlot-tlot, tlot-tlot, in the were they deaf that they did
Not
Down the ribbon of moonlight, the brow of the hill,
The highwayman riding,
Riding, riding!
The red-coats looked to priming! she stood up strait and still!

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Tlot-tlot, in the frosty silence! tlot-tlot, in the echoing
!
Nearer he came and nearer! her was like a light!
Her eyes grew for a moment; she drew one last deep breath,
Then her finger in the moonlight,
Her musket the moonlight,
Shattered her breast in the moonlight and him-with her death.

He he spurred to the west; he did not know who stood
Bowed, with her head o'er the musket, drenched her own red blood!
Not till the dawn he heard it, his face grew to hear
How bess, the daughter,
The black-eyed daughter,
Had watched for her love in the moonlight, and died in the there.

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Back, he spurred like a madman, a curse to the sky,
With the white road behind him and his rapier brandished high!
Blood-red were his spurs i' the golden wine-red was his velvet coat,
When they shot him on the highway,
Down a dog on the highway,
And he lay in his blood on the highway, a bunch of lace at his throat.

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And still of a winter's night, they say, the wind is in the trees,
When the moon is a ghostly galleon tossed cloudy seas,
When the road is a of moonlight over the purple moor,
A comes riding-

A highwayman riding, up to the old inn-door.

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Over the he clatters and clangs in the dark inn-yard,
And he taps his whip on the shutters, but all is locked and barred;
He whistles a tune to the window, and who should be waiting
But the landlord's daughter,
Bess, the daughter,
a dark red love-knot into her long black hair.

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The wind was a torrent of
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Among the trees
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The moon was a galleon
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Tossed upon cloudy
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And the road was a of moonlight
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the purple moor
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And the highwayman riding, riding, riding
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Yes, the highwayman riding
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Up to the old inn
Over the cobbles he
And clashed in the darkened
And he tapped his whip at the window
But all was locked and
So he whistled a to the window
And who be waiting there
But the black eyed daughter
Bess the daughter
a dark red love knot
Into her long black
One kiss, my bonny
For I'm after a tonight
But I shall be back with the yellow
Before the morning
Yet if they me sharply
me through the day
Oh, then look for me by
for me by moonlight
And I'll come to thee by
Though should bar the way
He did not at the dawning
No, he did not at the noon
And out of the tawny
Before the rise of the
When the was a gypsy's ribbon
Looping the moor
Oh a redcoat came marching, marching, marching
george's men came marching
Up to the old inn
And they the landlord's daughter
With many a sniggering
And bound the musket beside her
With the barrel her breast
Now keep good and they kissed her
She the dead man say
"oh for me by moonlight
Watch for me by
And come to thee by moonlight
hell should bar the way"
Look for me by
Hoof ringing clear
for me by moonlight
Were deaf that they did not hear
For he rode on the gypsy
She breathed one breath
Then her finger moved in the
Her shattered the moonlight
And it her breast in the moonlight
And him with her death
Oh he turned; he spurred on to the
He did not who stood
Out her black hair a flowing down
with her own red blood
Oh not 'til the dawn had he it
And his face grew gray to
How bess the daughter
The landlord's black daughter
Had watched for her in the moonlight
And died in the there
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Back he spurred like a
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a curse to the sky
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With the white smoking behind him
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And his rapier high
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Blood red his spurs in the golden noon
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Wine red his velvet
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they shot him down on the highway
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Down like a dog on the
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And he lay in his blood on the
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With a bunch of lace at his
And on a winter's night they say
When the is in the trees
When the moon is a ghostly
Tossed cloudy seas
When the road is a ribbon of
Over the purple
Oh the highwayman comes riding, riding,
Yes the highwayman comes
Up to the old inn door.