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 tossed upon cloudy seas,
The road was a of moonlight, over the purple moor,
And the came riding-

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

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He'd a french cocked-hat on his forehead, a of lace at his chin,
A coat of the claret velvet, and breeches of brown
They fitted with never a wrinkle: his boots up to the thigh!
And he with a jewelled twinkle,
His pistol a-twinkle,
His rapier hilt a-twinkle, under the sky.

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Over the cobbles he clattered and clashed in the inn-yard,
And he tapped with his whip on the shutters, but all was locked and
He whistled a tune to the window, and who should be waiting
But the black-eyed daughter,
Bess, the daughter,
Plaiting a red love-knot into her long black hair.

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And dark in the old inn-yard a creaked
Where tim the ostler listened; his was white and peaked;
His eyes were of madness, his hair like mouldy hay,
But he loved the daughter,
The landlord's daughter,
Dumb as a dog he listened, and he heard the say-

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

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He rose upright in the he scarce could reach her hand,
But she loosened her hair i' the casement! his burnt like a brand
As the cascade of perfume came tumbling over his breast;
And he kissed waves in the moonlight,
(oh, sweet waves in the moonlight!)
Then he tugged at his rein in the moonlight, and away to the west.

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He did not in the dawning; he did not come 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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They said no word to the landlord, they his ale instead,
But gagged his daughter and bound her to the foot of her narrow bed;
Two of them at her casement, with muskets at their side!
There was death at every
And at one dark window;
For could see, through the casement, the road that he would ride.

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

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She twisted her behind her; but all the knots held good!
She writhed her hands till fingers were wet with sweat or blood!
They stretched and strained in the darkness, and the hours by like
Years,
Till, now, on the of midnight,
Cold, on the of midnight,
The tip of one touched it! the trigger at least was hers!

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The tip of one touched it; she strove no more for the rest!
Up, she stood up to attention, with the beneath her breast,
She would not risk their hearing; she not strive again;
For the road lay bare in the
Blank and in the moonlight;
And the blood of her veins in the moonlight throbbed to her refrain.

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

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Tlot-tlot, in the frosty silence! tlot-tlot, in the night
!
Nearer he and nearer! her face was like a light!
Her eyes grew wide for a moment; she 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 west; he did not who stood
Bowed, with her head o'er the musket, drenched her own red blood!
Not till the dawn he heard it, his grew grey to hear
How bess, the daughter,
The landlord's daughter,
Had watched for her love in the moonlight, and 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,
When they him down on the highway,
like a dog on the highway,
And he lay in his blood on the highway, with a of lace at his throat.

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And still of a winter's night, they say, the wind is in the trees,
When the moon is a ghostly galleon tossed upon 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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Over the cobbles he clatters and clangs in the inn-yard,
And he taps with his 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 into her long hair.

By noyes and phil ochs

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The wind was a torrent of
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Among the gusty
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The was a ghostly galleon
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Tossed upon cloudy
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And the was a ribbon of moonlight
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Over the moor
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And the highwayman riding, riding, riding
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Yes, the highwayman riding
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Up to the old inn
the cobbles he clattered
And in the darkened yard
And he tapped with his whip at the
But all was and barred
So he whistled a tune to the
And who be waiting there
But the landlord's black daughter
Bess the landlord's
a dark red love knot
Into her long hair
One kiss, my bonny
For I'm after a tonight
But I shall be back with the yellow
Before the morning
Yet if they press me
Harry me the day
Oh, look for me by moonlight
Watch for me by
And come to thee by moonlight
Though hell bar the way
He did not come at the
No, he did not come at the
And out of the tawny
Before the of the moon
When the was a gypsy's ribbon
Looping the purple
Oh a troop came marching, marching, marching
george's men came marching
Up to the old inn
And they the landlord's daughter
With a sniggering jest
And they bound the musket her
With the beneath her breast
Now good watch and they kissed her
She heard the man say
"oh look for me by
Watch for me by
And I'll come to thee by
Though hell bar the way"
Look for me by
Hoof beats ringing
for me by moonlight
Were they that they did not hear
For he rode on the highway
She one final breath
her finger moved in the moonlight
Her shattered the moonlight
And it shattered her in the moonlight
And warned him with her
Oh he turned; he on to the west
He did not know who
Out with her black hair a down
Drenched with her own red
Oh not 'til the dawn had he it
And his face grew gray to
How bess the daughter
The landlord's black eyed
Had for her love in the moonlight
And in the darkness 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 spurs in the noon
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red his velvet coat
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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 lace at his
And still on a winter's night say
When the is in the trees
the moon is a ghostly galleon
Tossed upon cloudy
When the road is a ribbon of
Over the purple
Oh the highwayman riding, riding, riding
Yes the highwayman riding
Up to the old inn door.