Luyện nghe bài hát The Highwayman

By alfred

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

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

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

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Over the cobbles he clattered and clashed in the 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 be waiting there
But the black-eyed daughter,
Bess, the daughter,
Plaiting a dark red love-knot into her long hair.

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And dark in the old inn-yard a creaked
Where tim the ostler his face was white and peaked;
His eyes were hollows of madness, his like mouldy hay,
But he the landlord's daughter,
The landlord's 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 with the yellow gold before the morning light;
Yet, if they press me sharply, and harry me the day,
Then for me by moonlight,
for me by moonlight,
I'll come to by moonlight, though hell should bar the way."

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He rose upright in the stirrups; he scarce reach her hand,
But she loosened her i' the casement! his face burnt like a brand
As the black cascade of perfume tumbling over his breast;
And he kissed waves in the moonlight,
(oh, sweet black in the moonlight!)
Then he tugged at his in the moonlight, and galloped 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 road was a gipsy's ribbon, the purple moor,
A red-coat troop came

King men came 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 foot of her bed;
Two of them at her casement, with muskets at their side!
There was at every window;
And hell at one window;
For bess could see, through the casement, the road he would ride.

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

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She twisted her hands behind her; but all the knots good!
She writhed her hands till here fingers were wet with or blood!
stretched 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 finger touched it! the 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, the barrel beneath 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
Ringing
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 looked to their priming! she stood up strait and still!

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

He turned; he spurred to the west; he did not who stood
Bowed, with her head o'er the musket, with her own red blood!
Not till the 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 road smoking behind him and his rapier brandished high!
Blood-red were his i' the golden noon; wine-red was his velvet coat,
When they 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 galleon tossed cloudy seas,
When the road is a of moonlight over the purple moor,
A highwayman comes

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

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the cobbles he clatters and clangs in the dark inn-yard,
And he taps with his on the shutters, but all is locked and barred;
He a tune 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.

By alfred and phil ochs

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The was a torrent of darkness
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Among the gusty
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The moon was a galleon
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Tossed cloudy seas
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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 cobbles he
And in the darkened yard
And he tapped his whip at the window
But all was and barred
So he whistled a to the window
And who should be waiting
But the landlord's black daughter
Bess the daughter
Plaiting a dark red love
Into her black hair
One kiss, my bonny
For I'm after a prize
But I be back with the yellow gold
the morning light
Yet if they press me
Harry me the day
Oh, look for me by moonlight
Watch for me by
And I'll come to by moonlight
Though hell bar the way
He did not come at the
No, he did not at the noon
And out of the sunset
Before the rise of the
When the was a gypsy's ribbon
Looping the purple
Oh a troop came marching, marching, marching
King george's men 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 and they kissed her
She heard the man say
"oh look for me by
Watch for me by
And I'll come to thee by
hell should bar the way"
Look for me by
Hoof beats clear
for me by moonlight
Were they deaf that they did not
For he rode on the gypsy
She one final breath
Then her finger in the moonlight
Her musket shattered the
And it shattered her breast in the
And warned him her death
Oh he turned; he on to the west
He did not who stood
Out with her hair a flowing down
with her own red blood
Oh not the dawn had he heard it
And his face grew to hear
How the landlord's daughter
The landlord's black eyed
Had watched for her in the moonlight
And died in the there
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Back he like 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 brandished
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Blood red were his spurs in the golden
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Wine red his 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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With a bunch of at his throat
And on a winter's night they say
the wind is in the trees
When the moon is a ghostly
Tossed upon seas
the road is a ribbon of moonlight
Over the purple
Oh the highwayman riding, riding, riding
Yes the highwayman comes
Up to the old inn door.