Luyện nghe bài hát The Highwayman

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

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

The highwayman riding
Up to the old

He'd a cocked hat on his forehead
A of lace at his chin
A of claret velvet
And breeches of brown

They with never a wrinkle
His were up to the thigh
And he rode with a jeweled
His butts a-twinkle

His rapier a-twinkle
the jeweled sky

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

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

Plaiting a dark red
her long black hair

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

King George's men came
Up to the old

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

Two of them knelt at the
With at their side
There was at every window
at one dark window

For Bess could see the casement
The road that he ride

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

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

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

She twisted her behind her
But all the held good
She writhed her hands till her
Were wet sweat or blood

They stretched and strained in the
And the crawled by like years
now on the stroke of midnight
Cold on the of midnight

The tip of one touched it
The trigger at least was

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

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

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

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

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

Shattered her in the moonlight
And warned him with her

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

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

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

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

Blood-red the spurs in the gold moon
Wine-red was his coat
When they shot him down on the
Down like a dog on the

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

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

When the road is a of moonlight
the purple moor
A highwayman comes
Riding,

A highwayman comes
Up to the old