Luyện nghe bài hát The Highwayman

The was a torrent of darkness
Among the gusty
The was a ghostly galleon
Tossed upon the seas

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

The highwayman came
Up to the old

a French cocked hat on his forehead
A of lace at his chin
A coat of velvet
And breeches of brown

They fitted with a wrinkle
His boots were up to the
And he rode with a twinkle
His pistol a-twinkle

His rapier hilt
Under the sky

And over the he clattered
And in the dark 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 black-eyed
Bess, the landlord's

Plaiting a dark red
Into her long hair

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

When the road was a gypsy's
Looping the 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 gagged his daughter and bound her
To the foot of her bed

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

For Bess see through the casement
The road that he ride

They had tied her up to
With many a niggering
They had a musket beside her
the barrel beneath her breast

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

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

She twisted her behind her
But all the knots held
She writhed her till her fingers
Were wet sweat or blood

stretched and strained in the darkness
And the hours crawled by like
Till now on the stroke of
Cold on the of midnight

The tip of one finger it
The at least was hers

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

Down the ribbon of
the brow of the hill
The highwayman riding
Riding,

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

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

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

Shattered her in the moonlight
And warned him her death

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

Not the dawn he heard it
His grew gray to hear
How Bess, the landlord's
The landlord's daughter

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

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

were the spurs in the gold moon
Wine-red was his coat
When they him down on the highway
like 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 the cloudy seas

the road is a ribbon of moonlight
Over the moor
A highwayman comes
Riding,

A highwayman riding
Up to the old