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 was a ribbon of moonlight
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 coat of claret
And of brown doe-skin

They fitted with a wrinkle
His boots were up to the
And he rode with a twinkle
His butts a-twinkle

His rapier a-twinkle
the jeweled sky

And the cobbles he clattered
And clashed in the dark inn
And he tapped with his whip on the
But all was and barred

He whistled a to the window
And who should be there
But the landlord's daughter
Bess, the landlord's

Plaiting a dark red
Into her long hair

"One kiss, my sweetheart
I'm after a prize
But I shall be back with the gold
the morning light

Yet if press me sharply
And harry me the day
Then 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 scarce could her hand
But she loosened her in the casement
His face like a brand

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

He at his rein in the moonlight
And galloped to the west

He did not at the dawning
He did not at noon
And out of the tawny
Before the rise o' the

When the was a gypsy's ribbon
Looping the moor
A red-coat troop came
Marching,

King George's men came
Up to the old

They said no to the landlord
drank his ale instead
But gagged his daughter and bound her
To the of her narrow bed

Two of knelt at the casement
muskets at their side
There was death at every
Hell at one dark

For Bess could see the casement
The that he would ride

They had tied her up to
With many a jest
They had a musket beside her
With the barrel beneath her

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

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

She twisted her behind her
But all the knots good
She writhed her till her fingers
Were wet with or blood

stretched and strained in the darkness
And the hours crawled by like
Till now on the of midnight
Cold on the of midnight

The tip of one touched it
The trigger at was hers

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

Down the ribbon of
Over the brow of the
The highwayman riding
Riding,

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

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

Her eyes grew wide for a
She drew one last breath
Then her finger moved in the
Her shattered the moonlight

her breast in the moonlight
And warned him her death

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

Not till the he heard it
His face gray to hear
How Bess, the landlord's
The landlord's black-eyed

Had for her love in the moonlight
And in the darkness there

And back, he like a madman
a curse to the sky
With the white smoking behind him
And his rapier brandished

were the spurs in the gold moon
Wine-red was his velvet
When they him down on the highway
like a dog on the highway

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

Still of a winter's night, say
the wind is in the trees
When the moon is a galleon
Tossed upon the cloudy

When the road is a of moonlight
Over the moor
A highwayman comes
Riding,

A comes riding
Up to the old