Luyện nghe bài hát The Highwayman

By alfred

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

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

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

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

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And dark in the old a stable-wicket creaked
Where tim the ostler listened; his face was and peaked;
His were hollows 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 gold 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, hell should bar the way."

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

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He did not in the dawning; he did not come 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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said no word to the landlord, they drank his ale instead,
But they gagged his daughter and bound her to the of her narrow bed;
Two of them knelt at her casement, muskets at their side!
There was at every window;
And at one dark window;
For could see, through the casement, the road that he would ride.

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

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She twisted her hands her; but all the knots held good!
She writhed her hands till 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 finger touched it; she no more for the rest!
Up, she stood up to attention, the barrel beneath her breast,
She would not risk hearing; she would not strive again;
For the lay bare in the moonlight;
Blank and in the moonlight;
And the blood of her in the moonlight throbbed to her love's refrain.

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

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

He turned; he to the west; he did not know who stood
Bowed, with her head o'er the musket, with her own red blood!
Not till the dawn he heard it, his face grew grey to
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 noon; wine-red was his velvet coat,
When they shot him on the highway,
like a dog on the highway,
And he lay in his on the highway, with a bunch of lace at his throat.

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And still of a night, they say, when the wind is in the trees,
the moon is a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas,
When the road is a of moonlight over the purple moor,
A comes 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 with his whip on the shutters, but all is locked and barred;
He whistles a tune to the window, and who be waiting there
But the black-eyed daughter,
Bess, the daughter,
Plaiting a red love-knot into her long black hair.

By alfred noyes and phil

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The wind was a torrent of
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the gusty trees
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The moon was a galleon
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Tossed upon cloudy
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And the road was a of moonlight
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Over the moor
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And the highwayman came riding, riding,
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Yes, the highwayman riding
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Up to the old inn
Over the he clattered
And in the darkened yard
And he tapped with his whip at the
But all was locked and
So he whistled a to the window
And who should be waiting
But the landlord's black eyed
Bess the landlord's
a dark red love knot
Into her long black
One kiss, my sweetheart
For I'm after a prize
But I shall be back the yellow gold
the morning light
Yet if they press me
Harry me the day
Oh, look for me by moonlight
for me by moonlight
And I'll come to by moonlight
hell should bar the way
He did not come at the
No, he did not come at the
And out of the sunset
Before the rise of the
When the road was a gypsy's
the purple moor
Oh a redcoat troop came marching, marching,
King george's men came
Up to the old inn
And they bound the landlord's
With many a jest
And bound the musket beside her
With the barrel beneath her
Now keep good watch and kissed her
She the dead man say
"oh look for me by
for me by moonlight
And I'll to thee by moonlight
hell should bar the way"
Look for me by
Hoof beats clear
for me by moonlight
Were they deaf they did not hear
For he on the gypsy highway
She breathed one final
Then her finger moved in the
Her musket the moonlight
And it shattered her in the moonlight
And warned him her death
Oh he turned; he on to the west
He did not know who
Out with her black a flowing down
with her own red blood
Oh not 'til the dawn had he it
And his face grew to hear
How bess the daughter
The landlord's black eyed
Had for her love in the moonlight
And died in the darkness
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he spurred like a madman
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Shrieking a to the sky
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With the white smoking behind him
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And his rapier brandished
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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 blood on the
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a bunch of lace at his throat
And on a winter's night they say
the wind is in the trees
When the is a ghostly galleon
Tossed cloudy seas
When the is a ribbon of moonlight
Over the moor
Oh the highwayman riding, riding, riding
Yes the highwayman comes
Up to the old inn door.