Luyện nghe bài hát The Highwayman

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

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

The highwayman came
Up to the old

He'd a cocked hat on his forehead
A bunch of lace at his
A of claret velvet
And breeches of doe-skin

They fitted with never a
His were up to the thigh
And he rode with a twinkle
His pistol butts

His rapier hilt
the jeweled sky

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

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

Plaiting a red love-knot
her long black hair

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

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

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

He upright in the stirrups
He could reach her hand
But she her hair in the casement
His face burnt a brand

As the black cascade of the
Came over 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 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 came
Marching,

King George's men marching
Up to the old

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

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

For Bess see through the casement
The that he would ride

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

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

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

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

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

The tip of one finger it
The trigger at was hers

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

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

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

Tlot, in the silence
Tlot, in the night
Nearer he came and
Her was like a light

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

her breast in the moonlight
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 till the dawn he it
His face grew to hear
How Bess, the landlord's
The landlord's black-eyed

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

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

Blood-red were the spurs in the moon
was his velvet coat
When they him down on the highway
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 wind is in the
When the moon is a ghostly
Tossed the cloudy seas

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

A highwayman comes
Up to the old