Luyện nghe bài hát The Highwayman

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

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

The came riding
Up to the old

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

They fitted never a wrinkle
His boots up to the thigh
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 dark inn
And he tapped with his whip on the
But all was locked and

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

Plaiting a red love-knot
Into her long hair

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

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

come to thee by the moonlight
Though hell bar the way

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

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

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

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

When the road was a ribbon
Looping the purple
A red-coat troop marching
Marching,

King men came marching
Up to the old

They said no word to the
They his ale instead
But they gagged his 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 window

For could see through the casement
The road that he would

They had tied her up to
With many a niggering
had bound 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
Watch for me by the

I'll come to 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

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

The tip of one finger it
The at least was hers

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

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

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

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

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

her breast in the moonlight
And warned him with her

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

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

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

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

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

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

of a winter's night, they say
When the is in the trees
When the is a ghostly galleon
upon the cloudy seas

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

A comes riding
Up to the old