Luyện nghe bài hát The Highwayman

By alfred

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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 ribbon of moonlight, over the moor,
And the came riding-

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

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

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Over the cobbles he and clashed 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 should be there
But the black-eyed daughter,
Bess, the daughter,
Plaiting a dark red love-knot her long black hair.

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And dark in the old inn-yard a creaked
Where tim the listened; his face was white and peaked;
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 after a to-night,
But I shall be back with the yellow gold before the 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 should bar the way."

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He upright in the stirrups; he scarce could reach her hand,
But she loosened her hair i' the casement! his face like a brand
As the black cascade of came tumbling over his breast;
And he it's waves in the moonlight,
(oh, sweet 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 he did not come at noon;
And out o' the tawny sunset, before the o' the moon,
When the road was a gipsy's ribbon, the purple moor,
A red-coat troop marching-

King men came marching, up to the old inn-door.

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

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

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She twisted her behind her; but all the knots held good!
She writhed her hands till here fingers were wet with or blood!
They stretched and strained in the darkness, and the hours 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 touched it; she strove no more for the rest!
Up, she stood up to attention, the barrel beneath her breast,
She would not risk their hearing; she would not again;
For the road lay in the moonlight;
and bare in the moonlight;
And the blood of her veins in the throbbed to her love's refrain.

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Tlot-tlot; tlot-tlot! had they heard it? the
clear;
Tlot-tlot, tlot-tlot, in the distance? were they that they did
Not
Down the of moonlight, over the brow of the hill,
The highwayman riding,
Riding, riding!
The red-coats looked to their priming! she up strait 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 grew wide for a moment; she drew one last deep breath,
Then her finger in the moonlight,
Her shattered the moonlight,
her breast in the moonlight and warned him-with her death.

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

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Back, he spurred a madman, shrieking a curse to the sky,
With the white road behind him and his rapier brandished high!
Blood-red were his i' the golden noon; wine-red was his velvet coat,
When they him down on the highway,
Down a dog on the highway,
And he lay in his blood on the highway, with a 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 is a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas,
When the road is a ribbon of over the purple moor,
A highwayman comes

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

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

By noyes and phil ochs

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The was a torrent of darkness
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the gusty trees
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The moon was a galleon
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Tossed cloudy seas
C em
And the road was a ribbon of
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Over the purple
F c e am
And the highwayman came riding, riding,
F c
Yes, the highwayman riding
Dm g7
Up to the old inn
Over the he clattered
And clashed in the darkened
And he tapped with his whip at the
But all was locked and
So he a tune to the window
And who should be waiting
But the landlord's black eyed
Bess the daughter
Plaiting a red love knot
her long black hair
One kiss, my sweetheart
For I'm after a prize
But I shall be back with the gold
Before the morning
Yet if they press me
Harry me the day
Oh, then for me by moonlight
Watch for me by
And I'll come to by moonlight
hell should 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
When the road was a ribbon
Looping the purple
Oh a redcoat came marching, marching, marching
King men came marching
Up to the old inn
And they bound the daughter
many a sniggering jest
And they the musket beside her
With the beneath her breast
Now keep good watch and they her
She the dead man say
"oh for me by moonlight
Watch for me by
And I'll come to thee by
Though hell bar the way"
for me by moonlight
Hoof beats ringing
Watch for me by
they deaf that they did not hear
For he on the gypsy highway
She breathed one breath
Then her moved in the moonlight
Her musket the moonlight
And it shattered her in the moonlight
And him with her death
Oh he he spurred on to the west
He did not who stood
Out with her black hair a flowing
Drenched with her own red
Oh not 'til the dawn had he it
And his grew gray to hear
How bess the landlord's
The landlord's eyed daughter
Had for her love in the moonlight
And in the darkness there
C em
Back he spurred a madman
Am
Shrieking a to the sky
Em f
With the road smoking behind him
Dm g
And his rapier brandished
C em
Blood red his spurs in the golden noon
Am
Wine red his velvet
F c
When they shot him down on the
E am
Down like a dog on the
F c
And he lay in his blood on the
F g
a bunch of lace at his throat
And still on a night they say
When the wind is in the
When the is a ghostly galleon
upon cloudy seas
When the is a ribbon of moonlight
Over the purple
Oh the comes riding, riding, riding
Yes the highwayman riding
Up to the old inn door.