Luyện nghe bài hát The Highwayman

The was a torrent of darkness
Among the gusty
The moon was a ghostly
Tossed the cloudy seas

The was a ribbon of moonlight
Over the purple
And the highwayman came
Riding,

The highwayman riding
Up to the old

a French cocked hat on his forehead
A bunch of at his chin
A coat of claret
And breeches of doe-skin

They fitted with a wrinkle
His boots were up to the
And he rode a jeweled twinkle
His butts a-twinkle

His rapier a-twinkle
the jeweled sky

And over the he clattered
And clashed in the inn yard
And he tapped his whip on the shutters
But all was and barred

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

Plaiting a red love-knot
Into her black hair

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

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

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

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

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

He at his rein in the moonlight
And galloped away to the

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

When the road was a ribbon
Looping the moor
A red-coat troop came
Marching,

King men came marching
Up to the old

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

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

For Bess could see the casement
The road that he ride

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

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

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

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

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

The tip of one finger it
The trigger at was hers

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

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

The looked to their priming
She stood up straight and

Tlot, in the silence
Tlot, in the night
he came and nearer
Her face was a light

Her eyes grew for a moment
She drew one last deep
her finger moved in the moonlight
Her shattered the moonlight

Shattered her breast in the
And warned him her death

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

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

Had watched for her love in the
And in the darkness there

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

Blood-red the spurs in the gold moon
was his velvet coat
When they shot him down on the
Down 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 is a ghostly galleon
Tossed upon the seas

When the is a ribbon of moonlight
the purple moor
A highwayman riding
Riding,

A highwayman comes
Up to the old