Luyện nghe bài hát The Highwayman

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

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

The highwayman came
Up to the old

He'd a French hat on his forehead
A bunch of lace at his
A coat of claret
And of brown doe-skin

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

His rapier hilt
Under the sky

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

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

Plaiting a red love-knot
Into her black hair

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

the road was a gypsy's ribbon
Looping the moor
A troop came marching
Marching,

George's men came marching
Up to the old

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

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

For Bess could see the casement
The that he would ride

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

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

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

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

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

The tip of one touched it
The trigger at least was

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 to their priming
She stood up and still

Tlot, in the frosty
Tlot, in the echoing
Nearer he and nearer
Her face was a light

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

Shattered her in the moonlight
And him with her death

He turned, he spurred to the
He did not know she
Bowed with her head o'er the
with her own red blood

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

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

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

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

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

of a winter's night, they say
When the is in the trees
When the is a ghostly galleon
Tossed upon the cloudy

When the road is a of moonlight
the purple moor
A highwayman riding
Riding,

A comes riding
Up to the old