Luyện nghe bài hát The Highwayman

The wind was a of darkness
Among the trees
The was a ghostly galleon
Tossed upon the cloudy

The road was a of moonlight
Over the moor
And the highwayman riding
Riding,

The highwayman came
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 doe-skin

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

His hilt a-twinkle
the jeweled sky

And over the cobbles he
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 waiting
But the landlord's black-eyed
Bess, the landlord's

Plaiting a dark red
Into her black hair

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

Yet if they press me
And harry me the day
Then look for me by the
for me by the moonlight

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

He rose in the stirrups
He could reach her hand
But she loosened her in the casement
His burnt like a brand

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

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

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

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

George's men came marching
Up to the old

They said no to the landlord
They his ale instead
But gagged his daughter and bound her
To the foot of her bed

Two of knelt at the casement
With muskets at their
was death at every window
Hell at one dark

For could see through the casement
The road that he would

They had tied her up to
With a niggering jest
They had a musket beside her
the barrel beneath her breast

"Now keep good watch", and they her
She heard the man say
"Look for me by the
Watch for me by the

I'll come to thee by the
Though should bar the way"

She her hands behind her
But all the knots good
She writhed her till her fingers
Were wet with or blood

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

The tip of one touched it
The trigger at was hers

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

Down the of moonlight
Over the of the hill
The highwayman came
Riding,

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

Tlot, in the silence
Tlot, in the echoing
Nearer he came and
Her face was a light

Her eyes grew wide for a
She one last deep breath
Then her finger in the moonlight
Her musket shattered the

Shattered her in the moonlight
And him with her death

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

Not 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
And died in the there

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

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

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

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

the road is a ribbon of moonlight
Over the purple
A highwayman comes
Riding,

A highwayman riding
Up to the old