Luyện nghe bài hát The Highwayman

By alfred

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The wind was a torrent of darkness the gusty trees,
The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon seas,
The road was a ribbon of moonlight, the purple moor,
And the highwayman riding-

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

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He'd a cocked-hat on his forehead, a bunch of lace at his chin,
A coat of the claret velvet, and breeches of doe-skin;
They fitted never a wrinkle: his boots were up to the thigh!
And he rode a jewelled twinkle,
His butts a-twinkle,
His rapier hilt a-twinkle, under the sky.

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Over the cobbles he clattered and in the dark inn-yard,
And he tapped with his on the shutters, but all was locked and barred;
He a tune to the window, and who should be waiting there
But the landlord's daughter,
Bess, the daughter,
Plaiting a dark red into her long black hair.

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And dark in the old a stable-wicket creaked
Where tim the ostler listened; his face was and peaked;
His eyes were hollows of madness, his like mouldy hay,
But he the landlord's daughter,
The landlord's daughter,
Dumb as a dog he listened, and he the robber say-

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"one kiss, my bonny sweetheart, I'm after a to-night,
But I shall be with the yellow gold before the morning light;
Yet, if they press me sharply, and me through the day,
look for me by moonlight,
for me by moonlight,
I'll to thee by moonlight, though hell should bar the way."

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He rose upright in the stirrups; he scarce could her hand,
But she loosened her hair i' the casement! his face like a brand
As the black cascade of came tumbling over his breast;
And he it's waves in the moonlight,
(oh, black waves in the moonlight!)
Then he tugged at his rein in the moonlight, and galloped to the west.

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He did not come in the dawning; he did not at noon;
And out o' the sunset, before the rise o' the moon,
When the road was a ribbon, looping the purple moor,
A red-coat troop marching-

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 narrow
Two of them knelt at her casement, with muskets at side!
was death at every window;
And hell at one dark
For bess could see, the casement, the road that he would ride.

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They had tied her up to attention, with many a sniggering
They a musket beside her, with the barrel beneath her breast!
"now good watch!" and they kissed her.
She heard the dead man
Look for me by
Watch for me by
I'll come to thee by moonlight, though hell bar the way!

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She twisted her hands behind but all the knots held good!
She writhed her hands here fingers were wet with sweat or blood!
They stretched and strained in the darkness, and the hours crawled by
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 touched it; she strove no more for the rest!
Up, she up to attention, with the barrel beneath her breast,
She would not their hearing; 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 throbbed to her refrain.

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Tlot-tlot; tlot-tlot! had they heard it? the
clear;
Tlot-tlot, tlot-tlot, in the distance? were they that they did
Not
the ribbon of moonlight, over the brow of the hill,
The highwayman riding,
Riding, riding!
The red-coats looked to their priming! she stood up and still!

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

He turned; he spurred to the he did not know who stood
Bowed, with her head o'er the musket, with her own red blood!
Not till the dawn he heard it, his face grew to hear
How bess, the daughter,
The landlord's daughter,
Had watched for her in the moonlight, and died in the darkness there.

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Back, he spurred like a madman, shrieking a to the sky,
With the white road behind him and his rapier brandished high!
Blood-red were his spurs i' the noon; wine-red was his velvet coat,
they shot him down on the highway,
Down a dog on the highway,
And he lay in his on the highway, with a bunch of lace at his throat.

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And of a winter's night, they say, when the wind is in the trees,
When the moon is a ghostly tossed upon cloudy seas,
When the is a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor,
A comes riding-

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

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the cobbles he clatters and clangs in the dark inn-yard,
And he with his whip on the shutters, but all is locked and barred;
He whistles a tune to the window, and who be waiting there
But the black-eyed daughter,
Bess, the daughter,
Plaiting a dark red love-knot her long black hair.

By alfred noyes and phil

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The was a torrent of darkness
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the gusty trees
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The moon was a ghostly
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Tossed upon cloudy
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And the road was a ribbon of
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the purple 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 clashed in the darkened
And he tapped his whip at the window
But all was locked and
So he whistled a to the window
And who be waiting there
But the black eyed daughter
Bess the landlord's
a dark red love knot
Into her black hair
One kiss, my sweetheart
For I'm after a tonight
But I shall be back with the yellow
Before the morning
Yet if press me sharply
me through the day
Oh, look for me by moonlight
Watch for me by
And I'll come to by moonlight
Though should bar the way
He did not come at the
No, he did not at the noon
And out of the sunset
Before the of the moon
the road was a gypsy's ribbon
Looping the moor
Oh a redcoat troop marching, marching, marching
King men came marching
Up to the old inn
And they the landlord's daughter
With many a sniggering
And bound the musket beside her
the barrel beneath her breast
Now keep good watch and kissed her
She heard the man say
"oh for me by moonlight
Watch for me by
And I'll to thee by moonlight
hell should bar the way"
Look for me by
Hoof beats clear
Watch for me by
Were deaf that they did not hear
For he rode on the gypsy
She one final breath
Then her finger in the moonlight
Her musket shattered the
And it her breast in the moonlight
And him with her death
Oh he turned; he on to the west
He did not who stood
Out with her black hair a down
Drenched with her own red
Oh not 'til the had he heard it
And his face grew gray to
How bess the daughter
The landlord's black eyed
Had watched for her love in the
And died in the there
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he spurred like a madman
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Shrieking a to the sky
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With the white road behind him
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And his rapier high
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Blood red were his in the golden noon
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Wine red his velvet
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When they shot him down on the
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like a dog on the highway
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And he lay in his blood on the
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With a bunch of at his throat
And still on a winter's they say
the wind is in the trees
When the moon is a galleon
Tossed cloudy seas
When the road is a ribbon of
Over the moor
Oh the highwayman riding, riding, riding
Yes the highwayman comes
Up to the old inn door.