Luyện nghe bài hát The Highwayman

The wind was a of darkness
Among the trees
The moon was a galleon
upon the cloudy seas

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

The highwayman came
Up to the old

He'd a French hat on his forehead
A bunch of lace at his
A coat of claret
And breeches of brown

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

His rapier hilt
the jeweled sky

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

He whistled a tune to the
And who should be waiting
But the black-eyed daughter
Bess, the landlord's

Plaiting a red love-knot
her long black hair

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

When the road was a ribbon
the purple moor
A red-coat came marching
Marching,

King men came marching
Up to the old

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

Two of them at the casement
With muskets at their
There was death at window
at one dark 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 beside her
With the barrel her breast

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

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

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

They stretched and strained in the
And the hours crawled by years
Till now on the 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 ring clear
Tlot-tlot, tlot-tlot, in the
they deaf that they did not hear?

Down the ribbon of
Over the brow of the
The highwayman came
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 a light

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

Shattered her in the moonlight
And warned him with her

He turned, he spurred to the
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 died in the there

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

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

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

of a winter's night, they say
When the is in the trees
When the is a ghostly galleon
upon the cloudy seas

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

A highwayman comes
Up to the old