Luyện nghe bài hát The Highwayman

The was a torrent of darkness
the gusty trees
The moon was a galleon
Tossed upon the cloudy

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

The came riding
Up to the old

He'd a French cocked hat on his
A of lace at his chin
A coat of claret
And of brown doe-skin

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

His hilt a-twinkle
the jeweled sky

And the cobbles he clattered
And clashed in the dark inn
And he with his whip on the shutters
But all was locked and

He whistled a to the window
And who should be waiting
But the landlord's black-eyed
Bess, the landlord's

Plaiting a red love-knot
her long black hair

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

Yet if press me sharply
And me through 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 rose upright in the
He scarce could reach her
But she her hair in the casement
His face burnt a brand

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

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

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

When the road was a gypsy's
the purple moor
A troop came marching
Marching,

King George's men came
Up to the old

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

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

For Bess could see through the
The road he would ride

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

"Now keep good watch", and kissed 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 twisted her hands her
But all the knots good
She her hands till her fingers
Were wet with or blood

They stretched and strained in the
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 ring clear
Tlot-tlot, tlot-tlot, in the
Were they that they did not hear?

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

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

Tlot, in the silence
Tlot, in the night
Nearer he and nearer
Her face was like a

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

Shattered her in the moonlight
And warned him with her

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A highwayman comes
Up to the old