Luyện nghe bài hát The Highwayman

The was a torrent of darkness
Among the trees
The moon was a galleon
Tossed upon the cloudy

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

The highwayman riding
Up to the old

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

They fitted never a wrinkle
His boots up to the thigh
And he rode with a twinkle
His pistol butts

His rapier hilt
Under the sky

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

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

Plaiting a red love-knot
her long black hair

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

King men came marching
Up to the old

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

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

For could see through the casement
The road he would ride

They had tied her up to
With a niggering jest
They had bound a 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 by the moonlight
Though should bar the way"

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

They stretched and in the darkness
And the hours by like years
Till now on the stroke of
Cold on the stroke of

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 they deaf that they did not

the ribbon of moonlight
Over the of the hill
The came riding
Riding,

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

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

Her eyes grew for a moment
She drew one last deep
Then her moved in the moonlight
Her shattered the moonlight

her breast 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 dawn he it
His face grew gray to
How Bess, the landlord's
The landlord's daughter

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 white road smoking him
And his brandished high

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

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

Still of a winter's night, say
When the is in the trees
When the moon is a ghostly
Tossed the cloudy seas

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

A comes riding
Up to the old