Luyện nghe bài hát The Highwayman

By noyes

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The wind was a torrent of darkness the gusty trees,
The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed cloudy seas,
The road was a of moonlight, over the purple moor,
And the highwayman came

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

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He'd a french on his forehead, a bunch of lace at his chin,
A coat of the claret velvet, and breeches of brown
They with never a wrinkle: his boots were up to the thigh!
And he with a jewelled twinkle,
His pistol a-twinkle,
His rapier a-twinkle, under the jewelled sky.

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

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And dark in the old inn-yard a stable-wicket
Where tim the ostler listened; his face was white and
His eyes hollows of madness, his hair like mouldy hay,
But he loved the daughter,
The red-lipped daughter,
Dumb as a dog he listened, and he heard the robber

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

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

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He did not come in the dawning; he did not at noon;
And out o' the tawny sunset, the rise o' the moon,
When the road was a gipsy's ribbon, the purple 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 they gagged his daughter and bound her to the foot of her bed;
Two of knelt at her casement, with muskets at their side!
There was death at window;
And hell at one 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 beside her, with the barrel beneath her breast!
"now keep watch!" and they kissed her.
She heard the dead man
for me by moonlight;
Watch for me by
come to thee by moonlight, though hell should bar the way!

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She twisted her hands behind but all the knots held good!
She writhed her till here fingers were wet with sweat or blood!
They 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 touched it! the trigger at least was hers!

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

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

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Tlot-tlot, in the silence! tlot-tlot, in the echoing night
!
he came and nearer! her face was like a light!
Her eyes wide for a moment; she drew one last deep breath,
her finger moved in the moonlight,
Her musket the moonlight,
her breast in the moonlight and warned him-with her death.

He turned; he spurred to the west; he did not know who
Bowed, with her head o'er the musket, drenched her own red blood!
Not till the dawn he heard it, his face grew grey to
How bess, the daughter,
The landlord's daughter,
Had for her love in the moonlight, and died in the darkness 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!
were his spurs i' the golden noon; wine-red was his velvet coat,
When they him down on the highway,
like a dog on the highway,
And he lay in his blood on the highway, with a bunch of at his throat.

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And still of a night, they say, when the wind is in the trees,
When the is a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas,
When the road is a of moonlight over the purple moor,
A highwayman comes

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

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

By alfred noyes and phil

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The wind was a torrent of
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Among the gusty
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The was a ghostly galleon
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Tossed cloudy seas
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And the road was a ribbon of
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the purple moor
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And the highwayman came riding, riding,
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Yes, the came riding
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Up to the old inn
Over the he clattered
And clashed in the darkened
And he tapped with his at the window
But all was and barred
So he whistled a to the window
And who should be there
But the landlord's black eyed
the landlord's daughter
Plaiting a dark red knot
her long black hair
One kiss, my sweetheart
For I'm a prize tonight
But I shall be back with the gold
the morning light
Yet if they me sharply
Harry me the day
Oh, then for me by moonlight
for me by moonlight
And I'll come to thee by
Though hell bar the way
He did not come at the
No, he did not come at the
And out of the sunset
Before the of the moon
the road was a gypsy's ribbon
Looping the moor
Oh a troop came marching, marching, marching
King george's men came
Up to the old inn
And they bound the daughter
With a sniggering jest
And they bound the musket her
With the beneath her breast
Now keep good and they kissed her
She the dead man say
"oh look for me by
Watch for me by
And I'll to thee by moonlight
hell should bar the way"
Look for me by
Hoof beats clear
Watch for me by
Were they that they did not hear
For he rode on the highway
She breathed one breath
Then her moved in the moonlight
Her musket the moonlight
And it her breast in the moonlight
And warned him with her
Oh he turned; he spurred on to the
He did not who stood
Out with her black a flowing down
with her own red blood
Oh not 'til the had he heard it
And his grew gray to hear
How the landlord's daughter
The landlord's eyed daughter
Had watched for her love in the
And in the darkness there
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Back he spurred a madman
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Shrieking a to the sky
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With the white road smoking him
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And his rapier brandished
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Blood red were his spurs in the golden
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Wine red his coat
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When they him down on the highway
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Down a dog on the highway
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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 upon cloudy
When the road is a of moonlight
Over the moor
Oh the highwayman riding, riding, riding
Yes the comes riding
Up to the old inn door.