Luyện nghe bài hát The Highwayman

The was a torrent of darkness
Among the gusty
The was a ghostly galleon
upon the cloudy seas

The road was a of moonlight
the purple moor
And the highwayman came
Riding,

The highwayman came
Up to the old

a French cocked hat on his forehead
A bunch of lace at his
A coat of claret
And breeches of brown

They with never a wrinkle
His boots were up to the
And he with a jeweled twinkle
His butts a-twinkle

His hilt 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 a tune to the window
And who should be there
But the black-eyed daughter
Bess, the daughter

Plaiting a dark red
Into her black hair

"One kiss, my sweetheart
I'm after a tonight
But I shall be back the yellow gold
the morning light

Yet if press me sharply
And harry me the day
Then look for me by the
Watch for me by the

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

He upright in the stirrups
He scarce could her hand
But she loosened her in the casement
His face like a brand

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

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

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

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

King George's men came
Up to the old

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

Two of them knelt at the
With at their side
There was at every window
Hell at one window

For Bess see through the casement
The that he would ride

They had tied her up to
With many a jest
They had a musket beside her
With the barrel 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 come to by the moonlight
hell should bar the way"

She twisted her behind her
But all the knots held
She her hands till her fingers
wet with sweat or blood

They and strained in the darkness
And the hours by like years
now on the stroke of midnight
Cold on the of midnight

The tip of one touched it
The at least was hers

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

Down the ribbon of
Over the brow of the
The came riding
Riding,

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

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

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

Shattered her breast in the
And warned him with her

He turned, he spurred to the
He did not know she
Bowed with her head o'er the
with her own red blood

Not the dawn he heard it
His face grew to hear
How Bess, the daughter
The black-eyed daughter

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

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

Blood-red were the spurs in the moon
Wine-red was his velvet
When shot him down on the highway
like a dog on the highway

And he lay in his blood on the
With the of lace at his throat

of a winter's night, they say
When the wind is in the
the moon is a ghostly galleon
Tossed upon the seas

When the road is a ribbon of
Over the moor
A highwayman riding
Riding,

A highwayman comes
Up to the old