Luyện nghe bài hát The Highwayman

The was a torrent of darkness
the gusty trees
The was a ghostly galleon
Tossed the cloudy seas

The road was a of moonlight
Over the moor
And the highwayman came
Riding,

The came riding
Up to the old

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

They fitted with never a
His were up to the thigh
And he with a jeweled twinkle
His pistol a-twinkle

His rapier hilt
the jeweled 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 a tune to the window
And who be waiting there
But the landlord's black-eyed
Bess, the landlord's

Plaiting a red love-knot
her long black hair

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

Yet if press me sharply
And harry me the day
Then for me by the moonlight
for me by the moonlight

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

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

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

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

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

When the was a gypsy's ribbon
Looping the moor
A red-coat troop 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 daughter and her
To the foot of her bed

Two of them knelt at the
muskets at their side
There was death at every
Hell at one window

For could see through the casement
The road that he would

They had tied her up to
With many a niggering
They had bound a beside her
With the barrel her breast

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

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

She twisted her behind her
But all the knots good
She writhed her till her fingers
Were wet sweat or blood

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

The tip of one finger it
The at least was hers

Tlot-tlot, tlot-tlot, had they it?
The horses ring clear
Tlot-tlot, tlot-tlot, in the
Were they deaf they did not hear?

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

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

Tlot, in the silence
Tlot, in the echoing
Nearer he came and
Her face was a light

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

Shattered her breast in the
And warned him her death

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

Not till the he heard it
His face grew to hear
How Bess, the daughter
The black-eyed daughter

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

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

Blood-red were the in the gold moon
Wine-red was his coat
When they shot him down on the
Down a dog on the highway

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 moon is a galleon
Tossed upon the seas

When the road is a of moonlight
Over the moor
A comes riding
Riding,

A comes riding
Up to the old