Luyện nghe bài hát The Highwayman

The was a torrent of darkness
Among the trees
The was a ghostly galleon
upon the cloudy seas

The was a ribbon 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 of claret velvet
And of brown doe-skin

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

His hilt a-twinkle
the jeweled sky

And the cobbles he clattered
And in the dark inn yard
And he tapped his whip on the shutters
But all was locked and

He whistled a tune to the
And who be waiting there
But the landlord's daughter
Bess, the landlord's

Plaiting a red love-knot
Into her long hair

"One kiss, my bonny
I'm after a prize
But I shall be back with the yellow
Before the light

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

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

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

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

He at his rein 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 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 his daughter and bound her
To the foot of her bed

Two of them knelt at the
With muskets at their
There was death at window
Hell at one window

For Bess could see through the
The road that he would

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

"Now keep good watch", and they 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 knots good
She writhed her hands her fingers
Were wet with or blood

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

The tip of one finger it
The trigger at was hers

Tlot-tlot, tlot-tlot, had heard it?
The horses hoofs ring
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 to their priming
She stood up straight and

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

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

Shattered her breast in the
And warned him her death

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

Not till the dawn he it
His face grew gray to
How Bess, the daughter
The black-eyed daughter

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

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

Blood-red the spurs in the gold moon
Wine-red was his velvet
When shot him down on the highway
like 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 is in the trees
When the moon is a ghostly
Tossed upon the cloudy

When the is a ribbon of moonlight
Over the purple
A comes riding
Riding,

A highwayman comes
Up to the old