Luyện nghe bài hát The Highwayman

The wind was a torrent of
the gusty trees
The moon was a galleon
Tossed upon the seas

The road was a ribbon of
Over the moor
And the highwayman came
Riding,

The highwayman riding
Up to the old

He'd a French hat on his forehead
A of lace at his chin
A of claret velvet
And breeches of brown

They fitted with never a
His boots were up to the
And he with a jeweled twinkle
His pistol a-twinkle

His rapier a-twinkle
Under the sky

And the cobbles he clattered
And in the dark inn yard
And he with his whip on the shutters
But all was and barred

He whistled a to the window
And who should be waiting
But the black-eyed daughter
Bess, the landlord's

Plaiting a red love-knot
Into her black hair

"One kiss, my bonny
I'm a prize tonight
But I shall be with the yellow gold
the morning light

Yet if press me sharply
And me through the day
Then for me by the moonlight
for me by the moonlight

I'll to thee by the moonlight
Though should bar the way

He rose upright in the
He scarce reach her hand
But she her hair in the casement
His face burnt like a

As the black of the perfume
Came tumbling his breast
And he kissed its in the moonlight
Oh, sweet waves in the

He tugged at his in the moonlight
And away to the west

He did not at the dawning
He did not come at
And out of the sunset
Before the o' the moon

When the was a gypsy's ribbon
Looping the moor
A red-coat troop marching
Marching,

King men came marching
Up to the old

They said no word to the
They drank his ale
But they his daughter and bound her
To the of her narrow bed

Two of them knelt at the
With muskets at side
There was at every window
at one dark window

For could see through the casement
The that he would ride

They had tied her up to
many a niggering jest
They had bound a musket her
the barrel beneath her breast

"Now good watch", and they kissed her
She the dead man say
"Look for me by the
for me by the moonlight

I'll to thee by the moonlight
hell should bar the way"

She twisted her behind her
But all the held good
She writhed her hands her fingers
Were wet sweat or blood

They stretched and strained in the
And the hours crawled by years
Till now on the stroke of
Cold on the of midnight

The tip of one touched it
The at least was hers

Tlot-tlot, tlot-tlot, had they it?
The horses ring clear
Tlot-tlot, tlot-tlot, in the
Were they deaf they did not hear?

the ribbon of moonlight
Over the brow of the
The highwayman riding
Riding,

The red-coats looked to their
She stood up straight and

Tlot, in the frosty
Tlot, in the echoing
Nearer he and nearer
Her face was a light

Her eyes grew for a moment
She drew one deep breath
Then her moved in the moonlight
Her musket shattered the

Shattered her breast in the
And him with her death

He turned, he to the west
He did not she stood
with her head o'er the musket
Drenched with her own red

Not till the dawn he it
His face grew to hear
How Bess, the landlord's
The black-eyed daughter

Had for her love in the moonlight
And died in the darkness

And back, he spurred a madman
a curse to the sky
With the white smoking behind him
And his rapier brandished

Blood-red the spurs in the gold moon
Wine-red was his coat
When they shot him on the highway
Down a dog on the highway

And he lay in his on the highway
With the bunch of lace at his

of a winter's night, they say
When the is in the trees
When the moon is a ghostly
upon the cloudy seas

When the is a ribbon of moonlight
Over the moor
A highwayman comes
Riding,

A highwayman comes
Up to the old