Luyện nghe bài hát The Highwayman

By alfred

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The wind was a torrent of among the gusty trees,
The was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas,
The road was a ribbon of moonlight, the purple moor,
And the highwayman came

The highwayman riding, up to the old inn-door.

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He'd a french cocked-hat on his forehead, a bunch of at his chin,
A coat of the claret velvet, and breeches of doe-skin;
They fitted with a wrinkle: his boots were up to the thigh!
And he rode a jewelled twinkle,
His pistol a-twinkle,
His rapier hilt a-twinkle, the jewelled sky.

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Over the he clattered and clashed in the dark inn-yard,
And he tapped with his whip on the shutters, but all was locked and
He a tune to the window, and who should be waiting there
But the landlord's daughter,
Bess, the daughter,
a dark red love-knot into her long black hair.

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And dark in the old inn-yard a stable-wicket
Where tim the ostler his face was white and peaked;
His eyes were of madness, his hair like mouldy hay,
But he loved the daughter,
The red-lipped daughter,
Dumb as a dog he listened, and he heard the say-

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"one kiss, my bonny sweetheart, I'm after a to-night,
But I shall be back with the yellow before the morning light;
Yet, if press me sharply, and harry me through the day,
look for me by moonlight,
for me by moonlight,
I'll come to thee by moonlight, though should bar the way."

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He rose in the stirrups; he scarce could reach her hand,
But she loosened her i' the casement! his face burnt like a brand
As the black cascade of perfume came over his breast;
And he it's waves in the moonlight,
(oh, sweet black in the moonlight!)
he tugged at his rein in the moonlight, and galloped away to the west.

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He did not come in the dawning; he did not at noon;
And out o' the tawny sunset, before the o' the moon,
When the road was a gipsy's ribbon, looping the moor,
A red-coat troop marching-

King george's men marching, up to the old inn-door.

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They said no to the landlord, they drank his ale instead,
But they his daughter and bound her to the foot of her narrow bed;
Two of them knelt at her casement, muskets at their side!
There was at every window;
And hell at one window;
For bess could see, the casement, the road that he would ride.

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had tied her up to attention, with many a sniggering jest;
They a musket beside her, with the barrel beneath her breast!
"now keep watch!" and they kissed her.
She the dead man say-
Look for me by
Watch for me by
I'll to thee by moonlight, though hell should bar the way!

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She twisted her hands behind her; but all the held good!
She writhed her till here fingers were wet with sweat or blood!
They stretched and strained in the darkness, and the hours crawled by
Years,
Till, now, on the of midnight,
Cold, on the of midnight,
The tip of one touched it! the trigger at least was hers!

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The tip of one touched it; she strove no more for the rest!
Up, she stood up to attention, with the barrel her breast,
She would not risk their hearing; she would not strive
For the road lay bare in the
Blank and bare in the
And the blood of her veins in the moonlight to her love's refrain.

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Tlot-tlot; tlot-tlot! had they it? the horse-hoofs
Ringing
Tlot-tlot, tlot-tlot, in the distance? were they that they did
Not
Down the ribbon of moonlight, over the of the hill,
The came riding,
Riding, riding!
The red-coats looked to their priming! she up strait and still!

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Tlot-tlot, in the frosty silence! tlot-tlot, in the night
!
he came and nearer! her face was like a light!
Her eyes wide for a moment; she drew one last deep breath,
Then her finger in the moonlight,
Her musket the moonlight,
Shattered her breast in the and warned him-with her death.

He he spurred to the west; he did not know who stood
Bowed, with her head the musket, drenched with her own red blood!
Not the dawn he heard it, his face grew grey to hear
How bess, the daughter,
The landlord's daughter,
Had for her love in the moonlight, and died in the darkness there.

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Back, he spurred like a madman, a curse to the sky,
With the white road behind him and his rapier brandished high!
Blood-red were his spurs i' the golden noon; wine-red was his coat,
they shot him down on the highway,
Down a dog on the highway,
And he lay in his blood on the highway, with a of lace at his throat.

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And of a winter's night, they say, when the wind is in the trees,
When the moon is a galleon tossed upon cloudy seas,
When the road is a ribbon of moonlight over the moor,
A highwayman riding-

A highwayman riding, up to the old inn-door.

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Over the cobbles he and clangs in the dark inn-yard,
And he taps his whip on the shutters, but all is locked and barred;
He whistles a to the window, and who should be waiting there
But the black-eyed daughter,
Bess, the daughter,
Plaiting a dark red into her long black hair.

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The wind was a torrent of
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Among the gusty
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The was a ghostly galleon
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Tossed upon cloudy
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And the was a ribbon of moonlight
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the purple moor
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And the came riding, riding, riding
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Yes, the highwayman came
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Up to the old inn
Over the he clattered
And clashed in the darkened
And he tapped with his whip at the
But all was locked and
So he a tune to the window
And who should be there
But the landlord's eyed daughter
Bess the landlord's
Plaiting a dark red love
Into her long hair
One kiss, my bonny
For I'm after a tonight
But I shall be back with the yellow
the morning light
Yet if press me sharply
me through the day
Oh, then look for me by
for me by moonlight
And I'll come to thee by
Though hell bar the way
He did not at the dawning
No, he did not at the noon
And out of the sunset
Before the rise of the
When the road was a ribbon
Looping the purple
Oh a redcoat troop marching, marching, marching
King george's men came
Up to the old inn
And bound the landlord's daughter
With many a sniggering
And they bound the beside her
With the barrel beneath her
Now keep good and they kissed her
She the dead man say
"oh look for me by
Watch for me by
And I'll come to by moonlight
Though should bar the way"
for me by moonlight
Hoof ringing clear
Watch for me by
Were they deaf that did not hear
For he rode on the highway
She breathed one final
Then her finger moved in the
Her musket shattered the
And it shattered her breast in the
And him with her death
Oh he turned; he spurred on to the
He did not who stood
Out with her black hair a down
Drenched with her own red
Oh not the dawn had he heard it
And his face grew to hear
How bess the daughter
The black eyed daughter
Had watched for her in the moonlight
And died in the darkness
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Back he spurred a madman
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Shrieking a to the sky
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the white road smoking behind him
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And his rapier high
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Blood red his spurs in the golden noon
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red his velvet coat
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When they shot him on the highway
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Down a dog on the highway
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And he lay in his on the highway
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a bunch of lace at his throat
And still on a winter's night say
When the wind is in the
When the moon is a galleon
Tossed upon seas
When the road is a of moonlight
Over the purple
Oh the comes riding, riding, riding
Yes the highwayman comes
Up to the old inn door.