Luyện nghe bài hát The Highwayman

The wind was a of darkness
Among the gusty
The moon was a ghostly
Tossed upon the seas

The road was a ribbon of
Over the moor
And the highwayman 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 with never a wrinkle
His boots up to the thigh
And he rode a jeweled twinkle
His pistol butts

His rapier a-twinkle
Under the sky

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

He a tune to the window
And who should be there
But the black-eyed daughter
Bess, the daughter

Plaiting a red love-knot
Into her long hair

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

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

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

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

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

He tugged at his rein in the
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

When the road was a ribbon
Looping the moor
A troop came marching
Marching,

George's men came marching
Up to the old

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

Two of knelt at the casement
With muskets at their
There was death at every
Hell at one dark

For Bess could see the casement
The that he would ride

They had tied her up to
many a niggering jest
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
Watch for me by the

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

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

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

The tip of one finger it
The at least was hers

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

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

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

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

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

her breast in the moonlight
And warned him her death

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

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

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

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

were the spurs in the gold moon
Wine-red was his velvet
When they shot him on the highway
like a dog on the highway

And he lay in his blood on the
With the of lace at his throat

Still of a night, they say
When the is in the trees
When the moon is a galleon
Tossed upon the cloudy

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

A highwayman riding
Up to the old