Luyện nghe bài hát The Highwayman

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

The road was a ribbon of
Over the moor
And the came riding
Riding,

The came riding
Up to the old

He'd a French cocked hat on his
A of lace at his chin
A of claret velvet
And breeches of 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 over the cobbles he
And clashed in the inn yard
And he tapped with his whip on the
But all was and barred

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

a dark red love-knot
Into her long black

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

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

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

He upright in the stirrups
He scarce could her hand
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 in the moonlight
Oh, waves in the moonlight

He tugged at his in the moonlight
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 road was a ribbon
the purple moor
A troop came marching
Marching,

George's men came marching
Up to the old

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

Two of them at the casement
With at their side
There was death at window
Hell at one window

For could see through the casement
The that he would ride

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

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

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

She twisted her hands her
But all the held good
She her hands till her fingers
wet with sweat 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 touched it
The trigger at was hers

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

the ribbon of moonlight
Over the of the hill
The highwayman riding
Riding,

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

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

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

Shattered her breast in the
And warned him her death

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

Not till the he heard it
His grew gray 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 spurred like a
a curse to the sky
With the white road behind him
And his rapier high

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

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

Still of a winter's night, say
the wind is in the trees
When the moon is a galleon
Tossed upon the seas

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

A comes riding
Up to the old