Luyện nghe bài hát The Highwayman

The was a torrent of darkness
Among the gusty
The moon was a galleon
upon the cloudy seas

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

The highwayman came
Up to the old

a French 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 a jeweled twinkle
His pistol butts

His rapier hilt
Under the sky

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

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

a dark red love-knot
Into her long black

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

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

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

He rose in the stirrups
He scarce could her hand
But she loosened her hair in the
His burnt like a brand

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

He at his rein in the moonlight
And galloped to the west

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

When the was a gypsy's ribbon
Looping the purple
A red-coat troop came
Marching,

King men came marching
Up to the old

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

Two of them at the casement
With muskets at side
There was death at every
Hell at one dark

For Bess see through the casement
The road he would ride

They had tied her up to
With a niggering jest
They had a musket beside her
With the beneath her breast

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

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

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

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

The tip of one finger it
The trigger at least was

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

Down the ribbon of
Over the 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 night
Nearer he and nearer
Her was like a light

Her eyes wide for a moment
She one last deep breath
Then her finger moved in the
Her musket shattered the

Shattered her in the moonlight
And warned him her death

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

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

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

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

were the spurs in the gold moon
Wine-red was his velvet
When shot him down on the highway
Down 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
the wind is in the trees
When the is a ghostly galleon
upon the cloudy seas

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

A highwayman riding
Up to the old