Luyện nghe bài hát The Highwayman

The wind was a of darkness
Among the gusty
The was a ghostly galleon
Tossed upon the cloudy

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

The highwayman came
Up to the old

a French cocked hat on his forehead
A bunch of lace at his
A of claret velvet
And of brown doe-skin

They fitted never a wrinkle
His were up to the thigh
And he rode with a twinkle
His pistol butts

His hilt a-twinkle
Under the sky

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

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

a dark red love-knot
Into her black hair

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

Yet if they me sharply
And harry me the day
Then look for me by the
Watch for me by the

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

He rose in the stirrups
He scarce could her hand
But she loosened her hair in the
His burnt like a brand

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

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

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

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

King George's men marching
Up to the old

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

Two of them at the casement
With muskets at side
was death at every window
Hell at one dark

For Bess could see through the
The road that he ride

They had her up to attention
With many a niggering
They had bound a beside her
With the barrel 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 to thee by the moonlight
Though hell bar the way"

She her hands behind her
But all the held good
She writhed her hands her fingers
Were wet sweat or blood

stretched and strained in the darkness
And the hours crawled by years
now on the stroke 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 ring clear
Tlot-tlot, tlot-tlot, in the
Were they deaf that did not hear?

the ribbon of moonlight
Over the of the hill
The highwayman came
Riding,

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

Tlot, in the frosty
Tlot, in the night
Nearer he came and
Her was like a light

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

Shattered her in the moonlight
And warned him with her

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

When the is a ribbon of moonlight
Over the moor
A highwayman riding
Riding,

A highwayman comes
Up to the old