Luyện nghe bài hát The Highwayman

By alfred

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The wind was a torrent of darkness the gusty trees,
The moon was a ghostly tossed upon cloudy seas,
The road was a ribbon of moonlight, over the moor,
And the highwayman riding-

The came 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 of brown doe-skin;
They fitted with a wrinkle: his boots were up to the thigh!
And he rode with a twinkle,
His pistol a-twinkle,
His rapier hilt a-twinkle, the jewelled sky.

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

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And dark in the old inn-yard a creaked
Where tim the ostler listened; his face was and peaked;
His eyes were of madness, his hair like mouldy hay,
But he the landlord's daughter,
The red-lipped daughter,
as a dog he listened, and he heard the robber say-

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"one kiss, my bonny sweetheart, I'm a prize to-night,
But I shall be back with the yellow gold before the morning
Yet, if they press me sharply, and me through the day,
Then for me by moonlight,
for me by moonlight,
I'll to thee by moonlight, though hell should bar the way."

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

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

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

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They no word 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, with muskets at side!
There was death at every
And hell at one dark
For bess see, through the casement, the road that he would ride.

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

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She twisted her behind her; but all the knots held good!
She writhed her hands till here were wet with sweat or blood!
They and strained in the darkness, and the hours crawled by like
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 strove no for the rest!
Up, she stood up to attention, with the barrel her breast,
She would not risk their she would not strive again;
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 heard it? the horse-hoofs
clear;
Tlot-tlot, tlot-tlot, in the distance? were they that they did
Not
Down the ribbon of moonlight, the brow of the hill,
The highwayman 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
!
Nearer he and nearer! her face was like a light!
Her grew wide for a moment; she drew one last deep breath,
Then her finger in the moonlight,
Her musket the moonlight,
Shattered her in the moonlight 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 till the dawn he heard it, his face grew grey to
How bess, the daughter,
The black-eyed daughter,
Had watched for her in the moonlight, and died in the darkness there.

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

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

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

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

By noyes and phil ochs

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The wind was a of darkness
Am
Among the trees
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The was a ghostly galleon
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Tossed cloudy seas
C em
And the road was a of moonlight
Am
the purple moor
F c e am
And the highwayman riding, riding, riding
F c
Yes, the highwayman came
Dm g7
Up to the old inn
Over the he clattered
And in the darkened yard
And he tapped with his at the window
But all was and barred
So he whistled a tune to the
And who be waiting there
But the black 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
Before the light
Yet if press me sharply
Harry me the day
Oh, then for me by moonlight
for me by moonlight
And come to thee by moonlight
Though should bar the way
He did not at the dawning
No, he did not come at the
And out of the sunset
the rise of the moon
When the was a gypsy's ribbon
Looping the purple
Oh a troop came marching, marching, marching
King men came marching
Up to the old inn
And they bound the daughter
many a sniggering jest
And they the musket beside her
the barrel beneath her breast
Now keep good watch and kissed her
She heard the man say
"oh for me by moonlight
for me by moonlight
And I'll come to by moonlight
Though hell bar the way"
for me by moonlight
Hoof beats clear
Watch for me by
Were they deaf that they did not
For he on the gypsy highway
She breathed one breath
her finger moved in the moonlight
Her musket the moonlight
And it shattered her breast in the
And warned him her death
Oh he turned; he spurred on to the
He did not who stood
Out with her black hair a down
Drenched her own red blood
Oh not 'til the dawn had he it
And his face grew gray to
How the landlord's daughter
The black eyed daughter
Had watched for her love in the
And died in the darkness
C em
Back he like a madman
Am
a curse to the sky
Em f
With the white road behind him
Dm g
And his brandished high
C em
red were his spurs in the golden noon
Am
Wine red his coat
F c
they shot him down on the highway
E am
Down like a dog on the
F c
And he lay in his on the highway
F g
With a bunch of lace at his
And still on a winter's they say
When the wind is in the
When the moon is a ghostly
Tossed cloudy seas
When the road is a of moonlight
Over the purple
Oh the highwayman comes riding, riding,
Yes the highwayman comes
Up to the old inn door.