Luyện nghe bài hát The Highwayman

The wind was a of darkness
Among the trees
The was a ghostly galleon
Tossed upon the seas

The road was a ribbon of
Over the purple
And the highwayman riding
Riding,

The highwayman riding
Up to the old

He'd a French cocked hat on his
A bunch of at his chin
A of claret velvet
And breeches of doe-skin

They fitted with a wrinkle
His were up to the thigh
And he rode with a twinkle
His pistol butts

His hilt a-twinkle
the jeweled sky

And over the cobbles he
And clashed in the inn yard
And he tapped with his whip on the
But all was locked and

He whistled a to the window
And who should be waiting
But the black-eyed daughter
Bess, the landlord's

a dark red love-knot
Into her long black

"One kiss, my bonny
I'm a prize tonight
But I shall be with the yellow gold
Before the light

Yet if press me sharply
And me through the day
look for me by the moonlight
Watch for me by the

I'll come to by the moonlight
hell should bar the way

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

As the cascade of the perfume
Came over his breast
And he kissed its in the moonlight
Oh, waves in the moonlight

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

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 ribbon
the purple moor
A red-coat came marching
Marching,

King men came marching
Up to the old

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

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

For Bess could see the casement
The road that he would

They had her up to attention
many a niggering jest
They had a musket beside her
With the beneath her breast

"Now good watch", and they kissed her
She heard the man say
"Look for me by the
Watch for me by the

come to thee by the moonlight
Though hell bar the way"

She twisted her hands her
But all the knots held
She writhed her hands till her
Were wet with sweat or

stretched and strained in the darkness
And the hours by like years
now on the stroke of midnight
Cold on the stroke of

The tip of one finger it
The trigger at was hers

Tlot-tlot, tlot-tlot, had they it?
The horses ring clear
Tlot-tlot, tlot-tlot, in the
Were deaf that they did not hear?

Down the of moonlight
Over the brow of the
The came riding
Riding,

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

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

Her eyes wide for a moment
She drew one deep breath
Then her moved in the moonlight
Her musket the moonlight

Shattered her breast in the
And warned him with her

He turned, he to the west
He did not she stood
Bowed with her head o'er the
Drenched with her own red

Not till the dawn he it
His grew gray to hear
How Bess, the daughter
The black-eyed daughter

Had watched for her love in the
And died in the there

And back, he spurred a madman
Shrieking a to the sky
With the white road behind him
And his rapier high

Blood-red were the spurs in the gold
Wine-red was his coat
When shot him down on the highway
like a dog on the highway

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

Still of a night, they say
When the is in the trees
the moon is a ghostly galleon
Tossed the cloudy seas

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

A highwayman riding
Up to the old