Luyện nghe bài hát The Highwayman

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

The road was a of moonlight
Over the moor
And the highwayman riding
Riding,

The came riding
Up to the old

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

fitted with never a wrinkle
His boots were up to the
And he with a jeweled 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 on the shutters
But all was locked and

He whistled a to the window
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 back the yellow gold
Before the light

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

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

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

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

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

He did not at the dawning
He did not at noon
And out of the sunset
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

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

Two of them at the casement
With at their side
was death at every window
Hell at one 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 musket her
With the barrel her breast

"Now keep watch", and they kissed 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 knots held
She writhed her hands her fingers
wet with sweat or blood

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

The tip of one finger it
The at least was hers

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

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

The red-coats looked to 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 moved in the
Her musket the moonlight

Shattered her in the moonlight
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 face gray to hear
How Bess, the landlord's
The black-eyed daughter

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

And back, he spurred like a
a curse to the sky
With the white road smoking him
And his brandished high

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

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

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

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

A comes riding
Up to the old