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 road was a ribbon of moonlight, over the moor,
And the highwayman came

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

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He'd a french cocked-hat on his forehead, a of lace at his chin,
A coat of the claret velvet, and breeches of brown
They fitted with a wrinkle: his boots were up to the thigh!
And he with a jewelled twinkle,
His pistol a-twinkle,
His hilt a-twinkle, under the jewelled sky.

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the cobbles he clattered and clashed 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 black-eyed daughter,
Bess, the daughter,
Plaiting a red love-knot into her long black hair.

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And in the old inn-yard a stable-wicket creaked
tim the ostler listened; his face was white and peaked;
His eyes were 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 say-

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"one kiss, my bonny sweetheart, I'm after a to-night,
But I shall be back with the yellow before the morning light;
Yet, if press me sharply, and harry me through the day,
look 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 upright in the stirrups; he scarce could reach her hand,
But she loosened her hair i' the casement! his face burnt a brand
As the black cascade of perfume tumbling over his breast;
And he kissed waves in the moonlight,
(oh, black waves 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 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 troop came marching-

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

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said no word to the landlord, they 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, with muskets at side!
was death at every window;
And hell at one dark
For bess could see, through the casement, the that he would ride.

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

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She her hands behind her; but all the knots 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 touched it! the trigger at least was hers!

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

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Tlot-tlot; tlot-tlot! had they it? the horse-hoofs
clear;
Tlot-tlot, tlot-tlot, in the were they deaf that they did
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Down the ribbon of moonlight, over the of the hill,
The came riding,
Riding, riding!
The red-coats to their priming! she stood 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 moved in the moonlight,
Her musket the moonlight,
Shattered her in the moonlight and warned him-with her death.

He turned; he spurred to the west; he did not who stood
Bowed, with her head o'er the musket, with her own red blood!
Not till the dawn he heard it, his face grey 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 like a madman, shrieking a curse to the sky,
With the white road smoking behind him and his rapier high!
Blood-red were his spurs i' the golden noon; wine-red was his coat,
When they him down on the highway,
like a dog on the highway,
And he lay in his on the highway, with a bunch of lace at his throat.

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

A comes 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 whistles 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.

By alfred noyes and ochs

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The wind was a torrent of
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the gusty trees
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The was a ghostly galleon
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Tossed upon cloudy
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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
the cobbles he clattered
And clashed in the yard
And he tapped with his whip at the
But all was locked and
So he whistled a to the window
And who should be there
But the black eyed daughter
the landlord's daughter
Plaiting a red love knot
Into her long hair
One kiss, my bonny
For I'm a prize tonight
But I shall be with the yellow gold
Before the light
Yet if they press me
Harry me the day
Oh, then look for me by
for me by moonlight
And I'll come to thee by
hell should bar the way
He did not come at the
No, he did not at the noon
And out of the tawny
the rise of the moon
When the road was a gypsy's
Looping the moor
Oh a redcoat troop marching, marching, marching
King george's men marching
Up to the old inn
And they the landlord's daughter
many a sniggering jest
And bound the musket beside her
With the beneath her breast
Now keep watch and they kissed her
She the dead man say
"oh for me by moonlight
for me by moonlight
And I'll come to by moonlight
Though hell bar the way"
for me by moonlight
Hoof beats ringing
for me by moonlight
Were they deaf that they did not
For he rode on the gypsy
She one final breath
her finger moved in the moonlight
Her musket shattered the
And it shattered her breast in the
And warned him her death
Oh he turned; he on to the west
He did not know who
Out with her hair a flowing down
Drenched 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 black eyed
Had watched for her in the moonlight
And in the darkness there
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Back he spurred like a
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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 high
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Blood red were his spurs in the golden
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red his velvet coat
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When they shot him on the highway
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like a dog on the highway
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And he lay in his on the highway
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With a of lace at his throat
And on a winter's night they say
the wind is in the trees
When the moon is a galleon
Tossed upon seas
the road is a ribbon of moonlight
Over the moor
Oh the comes riding, riding, riding
Yes the highwayman comes
Up to the old inn door.