Luyện nghe bài hát The Highwayman

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

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

The highwayman came
Up to the old

a French cocked hat on his forehead
A bunch of lace at his
A coat of claret
And of brown doe-skin

fitted with never a wrinkle
His boots were up to the
And he rode with a twinkle
His pistol butts

His hilt a-twinkle
Under the sky

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

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

Plaiting a dark red
Into her long black

"One kiss, my sweetheart
I'm a prize tonight
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
Watch for me by the

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

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

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

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

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

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

King George's men 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 them at the casement
With muskets at their
There was death at window
Hell at one dark

For could see through the casement
The road that he would

They had tied her up to
With a niggering jest
had bound a musket beside her
With the barrel her breast

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

come to thee by the moonlight
Though hell bar the way"

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

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

The tip of one touched it
The trigger at was hers

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

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

The looked to their priming
She up straight and still

Tlot, in the frosty
Tlot, in the echoing
Nearer he came and
Her face was a light

Her eyes grew for a moment
She drew one deep breath
Then her finger in the moonlight
Her shattered the moonlight

Shattered her breast in the
And warned him her death

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

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

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 smoking behind him
And his brandished high

were the spurs in the gold moon
Wine-red was his velvet
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
the wind is in the trees
When the moon is a ghostly
upon the cloudy seas

When the road is a ribbon of
Over the purple
A highwayman comes
Riding,

A highwayman riding
Up to the old