Luyện nghe bài hát The Highwayman

The wind was a torrent of
the gusty trees
The was a ghostly galleon
Tossed upon the seas

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

The highwayman riding
Up to the old

a French cocked hat on his forehead
A of lace at his chin
A of claret velvet
And of brown doe-skin

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

His rapier a-twinkle
Under the sky

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

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

a dark red love-knot
Into her long black

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

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

come to thee by the moonlight
Though hell bar the way

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

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

He at his rein 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 was a gypsy's ribbon
Looping the moor
A red-coat came marching
Marching,

King George's men came
Up to the old

They said no word to the
They his ale instead
But they gagged his daughter and her
To the foot of her bed

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

For Bess could see through the
The road he would ride

They had tied her up to
With many a jest
They had bound a beside her
With the barrel beneath her

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

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

She twisted her hands her
But all the held good
She writhed her hands till her
Were wet sweat or blood

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

The tip of one touched 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
the brow of the hill
The highwayman riding
Riding,

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

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

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

Shattered her breast in the
And warned him with her

He turned, he to the west
He did not know she
Bowed with her head o'er the
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 for her love in the moonlight
And died in the there

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

Blood-red were the spurs in the moon
Wine-red was his velvet
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 lace at his

Still of a night, they say
When the is in the trees
When the is a ghostly galleon
Tossed upon the seas

When the is a ribbon of moonlight
the purple moor
A highwayman riding
Riding,

A highwayman riding
Up to the old