Luyện nghe bài hát The Highwayman

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

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

The highwayman riding
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 were up to the thigh
And he rode with a jeweled
His pistol butts

His rapier hilt
the jeweled sky

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

He whistled a to the window
And who should be there
But the landlord's daughter
Bess, the landlord's

a dark red love-knot
Into her black hair

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

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

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

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

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

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

He did not come at the
He did not at noon
And out of the tawny
Before the rise o' the

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

King George's men came
Up to the old

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

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

For could see through the casement
The road that he ride

They had her up to attention
With many a jest
had bound a musket beside her
With the barrel beneath her

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

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

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

stretched and strained in the darkness
And the hours crawled by like
now on the stroke of midnight
Cold on the stroke of

The tip of one finger it
The trigger at was hers

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

Down the ribbon of
the brow of the hill
The highwayman riding
Riding,

The looked to their priming
She up straight and still

Tlot, in the frosty
Tlot, in the echoing
he came and nearer
Her was like a light

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

Shattered her in the moonlight
And him with her death

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

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

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

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

Blood-red were the spurs in the gold
Wine-red was his velvet
When they him down on the highway
Down a dog on the highway

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

Still of a night, they say
the wind is in the trees
When the moon is a ghostly
upon the cloudy seas

When the road is a of moonlight
Over the purple
A highwayman riding
Riding,

A highwayman riding
Up to the old