Luyện nghe bài hát The Highwayman

By noyes

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The wind was a torrent of among the gusty trees,
The was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas,
The road was a ribbon of moonlight, the purple moor,
And the came 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 of the claret velvet, and breeches of brown doe-skin;
They fitted never a wrinkle: his boots were up to the thigh!
And he rode with a twinkle,
His pistol a-twinkle,
His rapier a-twinkle, under the jewelled sky.

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

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And dark in the old inn-yard a stable-wicket
tim the ostler listened; his face was white and peaked;
His eyes hollows of madness, his hair like mouldy hay,
But he the landlord's daughter,
The red-lipped daughter,
Dumb as a dog he listened, and he heard the say-

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

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

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

King george's men marching, up to the old inn-door.

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They said no word to the landlord, drank his ale instead,
But they gagged his daughter and bound her to the foot of her bed;
Two of them knelt at her casement, with muskets at side!
There was death at window;
And hell at one dark
For could see, through the casement, the road that he would ride.

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They had tied her up to attention, with a sniggering jest;
They bound a musket beside her, 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 her hands behind her; but all the knots held good!
She writhed her hands till here fingers were wet sweat or blood!
They stretched and in the darkness, and the hours crawled by like
Years,
Till, now, on the of midnight,
Cold, on the of midnight,
The tip of one finger touched it! the trigger at was hers!

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The tip of one finger it; she strove no more for the rest!
Up, she stood up to attention, the barrel beneath her breast,
She would not risk their she would not strive again;
For the road lay bare in the
and bare in the moonlight;
And the blood of her veins in the moonlight to her love's 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 that they did
Not
Down the ribbon of moonlight, the brow of the hill,
The highwayman riding,
Riding, riding!
The red-coats looked to their priming! she up strait and still!

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Tlot-tlot, in the silence! tlot-tlot, in the echoing night
!
Nearer he and nearer! her face was like a light!
Her eyes grew for a moment; she drew one last deep breath,
Then her moved in the moonlight,
Her musket the moonlight,
Shattered her breast in the moonlight and him-with her death.

He turned; he spurred to the he did not know who stood
Bowed, with her o'er the musket, drenched 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 love in the moonlight, and died in the there.

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Back, he spurred like a madman, shrieking a to the sky,
With the white road smoking behind him and his rapier high!
Blood-red were his i' the golden noon; wine-red was his velvet coat,
When they shot him on the highway,
Down 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 upon cloudy seas,
When the road is a of moonlight over the purple moor,
A highwayman riding-

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

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

By alfred and phil ochs

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The was a torrent of darkness
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Among the trees
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The was a ghostly galleon
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Tossed upon seas
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And the road was a ribbon of
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the purple moor
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And the came riding, riding, riding
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Yes, the highwayman riding
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Up to the old inn
Over the he clattered
And clashed in the yard
And he tapped with his at the window
But all was and barred
So he a tune to the window
And who should be waiting
But the black eyed daughter
Bess the daughter
Plaiting a dark red love
her long black hair
One kiss, my sweetheart
For I'm after a tonight
But I shall be back with the gold
Before the morning
Yet if press me sharply
Harry me the day
Oh, then for me by moonlight
Watch for me by
And I'll to thee by moonlight
hell should bar the way
He did not come at the
No, he did not come at the
And out of the tawny
Before the rise of the
When the road was a gypsy's
Looping the moor
Oh a redcoat troop came marching, marching,
King george's men came
Up to the old inn
And they bound the landlord's
With a sniggering jest
And bound the musket beside her
With the barrel beneath her
Now keep good and they kissed her
She the dead man say
"oh look for me by
for me by moonlight
And I'll come to by moonlight
hell should bar the way"
Look for me by
Hoof beats clear
for me by moonlight
Were they deaf that they did not
For he on the gypsy highway
She one final breath
Then her finger moved in the
Her musket shattered the
And it shattered her breast in the
And him with her death
Oh he turned; he on to the west
He did not know who
Out with her hair a flowing down
Drenched with her own red
Oh not 'til the had he heard it
And his face grew gray to
How the landlord's daughter
The black eyed daughter
Had watched for her love in the
And in the darkness there
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Back he like a madman
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a curse to the sky
Em f
With the road smoking behind him
Dm g
And his brandished high
C em
red were his spurs in the golden noon
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Wine red his coat
F c
When they shot him down on the
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like a dog on the highway
F c
And he lay in his blood on the
F g
With a of lace at his throat
And still on a night they say
the wind is in the trees
When the moon is a ghostly
Tossed upon seas
the road is a ribbon of moonlight
Over the moor
Oh the highwayman comes riding, riding,
Yes the highwayman comes
Up to the old inn door.