Luyện nghe bài hát The Highwayman

The wind was a torrent of
Among the trees
The moon was a ghostly
Tossed the cloudy seas

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

The highwayman came
Up to the old

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

They fitted with never a
His boots up to the thigh
And he with a jeweled twinkle
His pistol a-twinkle

His rapier hilt
Under the sky

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

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

a dark red love-knot
Into her long black

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

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

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 in the casement
His face burnt like a

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

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

He did not at the dawning
He did not at noon
And out of the tawny
the rise o' the moon

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

George's men came marching
Up to the old

They said no 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
With muskets at their
was death at every window
Hell at one window

For Bess see through the casement
The that he would ride

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

"Now keep good watch", and they 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 held
She writhed her hands her fingers
Were wet with or blood

They and strained in the darkness
And the hours crawled by like
Till now on the stroke of
Cold on the stroke of

The tip of one finger it
The trigger at was hers

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

the ribbon of moonlight
Over the brow of the
The highwayman riding
Riding,

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

Tlot, in the silence
Tlot, in the night
he came and nearer
Her was like a light

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

Shattered her in the moonlight
And him with her death

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

When the road is a of moonlight
the purple moor
A highwayman comes
Riding,

A highwayman comes
Up to the old