Luyện nghe bài hát The Highwayman

The was a torrent of darkness
the gusty trees
The moon was a galleon
Tossed upon the cloudy

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

The highwayman riding
Up to the old

He'd a cocked hat on his forehead
A bunch of lace at his
A coat of claret
And breeches of doe-skin

They fitted never a wrinkle
His were up to the thigh
And he rode with a jeweled
His pistol butts

His rapier hilt
the jeweled 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 to the window
And who should be waiting
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 tonight
But I shall be back the yellow gold
the morning light

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

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

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

As the black of the perfume
Came tumbling over his
And he its waves in the moonlight
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 at noon
And out of the tawny
Before the o' the moon

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

King men came marching
Up to the old

They said no word to the
They drank his ale
But gagged his daughter and bound her
To the of her narrow bed

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

For Bess could see through the
The road that he ride

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

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

I'll to thee by the moonlight
hell should bar the way"

She twisted her behind her
But all the knots good
She writhed her hands her fingers
Were wet with or blood

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

The tip of one touched it
The at least was hers

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

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

The looked to their priming
She up straight and still

Tlot, in the silence
Tlot, in the night
Nearer he and nearer
Her face was a light

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

Shattered her breast in the
And him with her death

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

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

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

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

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

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

of a winter's night, they say
When the wind is in the
the moon is a ghostly galleon
Tossed upon the cloudy

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

A comes riding
Up to the old