Luyện nghe bài hát The Highwayman

By noyes

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The wind was a torrent of darkness among the trees,
The moon was a ghostly galleon upon cloudy seas,
The road was a ribbon of moonlight, the purple moor,
And the highwayman came

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

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He'd a french cocked-hat on his forehead, a bunch of at his chin,
A coat of the claret velvet, and breeches of brown
They fitted with never a his boots were up to the thigh!
And he with a jewelled twinkle,
His butts a-twinkle,
His hilt a-twinkle, under the jewelled sky.

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Over the he clattered and clashed in the dark inn-yard,
And he tapped with his whip on the shutters, but all was and barred;
He a tune to the window, and who should be waiting there
But the black-eyed daughter,
Bess, the daughter,
a dark 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 hollows of madness, his hair like hay,
But he the landlord's 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 a prize to-night,
But I shall be back with the yellow before the morning light;
Yet, if they press me sharply, and me through the day,
Then for me by moonlight,
for me by moonlight,
I'll come to by moonlight, though hell should bar the way."

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

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He did not in the dawning; 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, looping the moor,
A red-coat troop marching-

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

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said no word 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 at her casement, with muskets at their side!
There was death at every
And hell at one window;
For bess see, through the casement, the road that he would ride.

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They had tied her up to attention, with many a jest;
They bound a musket beside her, with the barrel her breast!
"now keep watch!" and they kissed her.
She the dead man say-
Look for me by
Watch for me by
I'll come to thee by moonlight, though 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 fingers were wet with 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 finger touched it! the trigger at was hers!

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The tip of one finger it; she strove no more for the rest!
Up, she stood up to attention, the barrel beneath her breast,
She would not risk hearing; she would not strive again;
For the road lay 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 distance? were they deaf 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 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 musket the moonlight,
Shattered her breast in the 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, 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 love in the moonlight, and 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 his spurs i' the golden noon; wine-red was his velvet coat,
they shot him down on the highway,
Down 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 winter's night, they say, the wind is in the trees,
When the moon is a galleon tossed upon cloudy seas,
When the road is a ribbon of over the purple moor,
A comes riding-

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

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Over the cobbles he clatters and 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,
Plaiting a dark red love-knot into her long hair.

By noyes and phil ochs

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The was a torrent of darkness
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Among the gusty
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The was a ghostly galleon
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Tossed cloudy seas
C em
And the was a ribbon of moonlight
Am
the purple moor
F c e am
And the highwayman riding, riding, riding
F c
Yes, the came riding
Dm g7
Up to the old inn
the cobbles he clattered
And clashed in the yard
And he tapped his whip at the window
But all was locked and
So he a tune to the window
And who should be there
But the landlord's black eyed
Bess the daughter
a dark red love knot
Into her black hair
One kiss, my bonny
For I'm after a prize
But I shall be back with the gold
Before the morning
Yet if they me sharply
Harry me the day
Oh, then for me by moonlight
Watch for me by
And I'll come to thee by
hell should bar the way
He did not at the dawning
No, he did not come at the
And out of the sunset
the rise of the moon
When the road was a ribbon
Looping the purple
Oh a redcoat troop came marching, marching,
King men came marching
Up to the old inn
And they bound the landlord's
With many a jest
And bound the musket beside her
With the barrel beneath her
Now keep good and they kissed her
She heard the man say
"oh for me by moonlight
Watch for me by
And I'll come to by moonlight
Though should bar the way"
for me by moonlight
Hoof beats clear
Watch for me by
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 the moonlight
And it her breast in the moonlight
And him with her death
Oh he turned; he on to the west
He did not who stood
Out with her black a flowing down
Drenched with her own red
Oh not 'til the had he heard it
And his face grew gray to
How bess the landlord's
The landlord's black daughter
Had for her love in the moonlight
And died in the there
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he spurred like a madman
Am
Shrieking a to the sky
Em f
With the road smoking behind him
Dm g
And his rapier high
C em
red were his spurs in the golden noon
Am
Wine red his coat
F c
When shot him down on the highway
E am
like a dog on the highway
F c
And he lay in his blood on the
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a bunch of lace at his throat
And on a winter's night they say
the wind is in the trees
When the moon is a ghostly
Tossed upon cloudy
When the is a ribbon of moonlight
the purple moor
Oh the highwayman riding, riding, riding
Yes the highwayman comes
Up to the old inn door.