Luyện nghe bài hát The Highwayman

The wind was a torrent of
the gusty trees
The moon was a galleon
Tossed upon the seas

The was a ribbon of moonlight
the purple moor
And the came riding
Riding,

The highwayman came
Up to the old

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

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

His rapier hilt
the jeweled sky

And over the he clattered
And clashed in the inn yard
And he tapped his whip on the shutters
But all was and barred

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

Plaiting a dark red
Into her long hair

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

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

I'll come to thee by the
Though hell bar the way

He upright in the stirrups
He scarce could reach her
But she loosened her in the casement
His face like a brand

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

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

He did not come at the
He did not at noon
And out of the sunset
the rise o' the moon

When the road was a ribbon
Looping the moor
A red-coat came marching
Marching,

George's men came marching
Up to the old

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

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

For could see through the casement
The road that he would

had tied her up to attention
With a niggering jest
They had bound a musket her
the barrel beneath her breast

"Now keep good watch", and kissed her
She the dead 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 her hands behind her
But all the knots good
She writhed her hands her fingers
Were wet sweat or blood

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

The tip of one touched it
The at least was hers

Tlot-tlot, tlot-tlot, had they 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 came
Riding,

The red-coats looked to their
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 last deep
Then her finger moved in the
Her musket shattered the

Shattered her in the moonlight
And him with her death

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

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

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

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

Blood-red were the spurs in the moon
Wine-red was his coat
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 lace at his

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

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

A highwayman comes
Up to the old