Luyện nghe bài hát The Highwayman

The wind was a torrent of
Among the gusty
The moon was a galleon
Tossed the cloudy seas

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

The highwayman came
Up to the old

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

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

His rapier hilt
the jeweled sky

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

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

a dark red love-knot
Into her black hair

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

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

come to thee by the moonlight
Though should bar the way

He rose in the stirrups
He scarce could her hand
But she her hair in the casement
His face like a brand

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

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

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

When the road was a gypsy's
the purple moor
A red-coat came marching
Marching,

George's men came marching
Up to the old

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

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

For Bess could see through the
The road he would ride

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

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

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

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

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

The tip of one finger it
The trigger at was hers

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

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

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

Tlot, in the frosty
Tlot, in the echoing
he came and nearer
Her face was like a

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

Shattered her breast in the
And him with her death

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

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

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

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

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

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

Still of a night, they say
When the wind is in the
When the moon is a galleon
upon the cloudy seas

When the road is a of moonlight
Over the moor
A highwayman riding
Riding,

A comes riding
Up to the old