Luyện nghe bài hát The Highwayman

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

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

The highwayman came
Up to the old

He'd a French cocked hat on his
A bunch of at his chin
A coat of velvet
And breeches of doe-skin

They fitted with never a
His boots up to the thigh
And he with a jeweled twinkle
His butts a-twinkle

His hilt a-twinkle
Under the sky

And over the he clattered
And clashed in the dark inn
And he with his whip on the shutters
But all was and barred

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

a dark red love-knot
Into her black hair

"One kiss, my bonny
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
for me by the moonlight

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

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

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

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

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

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

King George's men came
Up to the old

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

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

For Bess see through the casement
The road that he would

They had her up to attention
With many a niggering
They had bound a musket her
the barrel beneath her breast

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

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

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

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

The tip of one finger it
The at least was hers

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

Down the of moonlight
Over the of the hill
The came riding
Riding,

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

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

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

Shattered her breast in the
And warned him her death

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

Not the dawn he heard it
His face grew to hear
How Bess, the landlord's
The landlord's black-eyed

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

And back, he like a madman
a curse to the sky
With the white road behind him
And his rapier brandished

Blood-red were the spurs in the gold
Wine-red was his velvet
When 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

of a winter's night, they say
When the is in the trees
When the is a ghostly galleon
Tossed the cloudy seas

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

A highwayman riding
Up to the old