Luyện nghe bài hát The Highwayman

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

The road was a ribbon of
Over the purple
And the highwayman came
Riding,

The came riding
Up to the old

He'd a French hat on his forehead
A bunch of lace at his
A coat of velvet
And of brown doe-skin

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

His hilt a-twinkle
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 daughter

Plaiting a red love-knot
Into her long black

"One kiss, my bonny
I'm after a tonight
But I be back with the yellow gold
Before the morning

Yet if press me sharply
And me through the day
Then look for me by the
Watch for me by the

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

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

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

He tugged at his in the moonlight
And galloped away to the

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

When the road was a ribbon
Looping the purple
A red-coat troop came
Marching,

King George's men came
Up to the old

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

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

For Bess could see through the
The road that he ride

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

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

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

She twisted her behind her
But all the knots held
She her hands till her fingers
Were wet with sweat or

They and strained in the darkness
And the crawled by like years
now on the stroke of midnight
Cold on the of midnight

The tip of one finger it
The at least 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 ribbon of
Over the brow of the
The highwayman riding
Riding,

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

Tlot, in the frosty
Tlot, in the night
he came and nearer
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 till the dawn he it
His face grew gray to
How Bess, the landlord's
The landlord's black-eyed

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

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

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

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

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

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

A highwayman riding
Up to the old