Luyện nghe bài hát The Highwayman

By alfred

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The wind was a of darkness among the gusty trees,
The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon 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 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 with never a wrinkle: his boots up to the thigh!
And he rode a jewelled twinkle,
His butts 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 with his on the shutters, but all was locked and barred;
He whistled a tune to the window, and who should be there
But the black-eyed 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 listened; his face was white and peaked;
His eyes were hollows of madness, his hair like 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 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,
Then for me by moonlight,
for me by moonlight,
I'll come to thee by moonlight, though 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 burnt like a
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 at his rein in the moonlight, and galloped away to the west.

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

King men came 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 and bound her to the foot of her narrow bed;
Two of knelt at her casement, with muskets at their side!
There was death at window;
And hell at one dark
For bess see, through the casement, the road that he would ride.

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had tied her up to attention, with many a sniggering jest;
They bound a beside her, with the barrel beneath her breast!
"now keep good watch!" and kissed her.
She heard the dead man
for me by moonlight;
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 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 finger 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 barrel her breast,
She would not risk their hearing; she would not again;
For the lay bare in the moonlight;
Blank and in the moonlight;
And the blood of her in the moonlight throbbed to her love's refrain.

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tlot-tlot! had they heard it? the horse-hoofs
Ringing
Tlot-tlot, tlot-tlot, in the distance? were deaf that they did
Not
the ribbon of moonlight, over the brow of the hill,
The came 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
!
he came and nearer! her face was like a light!
Her eyes grew wide for a moment; she drew one last breath,
Then her finger in the moonlight,
Her musket the moonlight,
Shattered her breast in the moonlight and him-with her death.

He turned; he spurred to the west; he did not who stood
Bowed, her head 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 in the moonlight, and died in the darkness there.

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Back, he spurred like a madman, a curse to the sky,
With the road smoking behind him and his rapier brandished high!
Blood-red were his i' the golden noon; wine-red was his velvet coat,
When they shot him on the highway,
like 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 still of a night, they say, when the wind is in the trees,
When the moon is a ghostly galleon tossed cloudy seas,
the road 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 whip on the shutters, but all is locked and
He whistles a to the window, and who should be waiting there
But the landlord's daughter,
Bess, the daughter,
Plaiting a dark red love-knot into her black hair.

By alfred and phil ochs

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The wind was a torrent of
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the gusty trees
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The moon was a ghostly
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Tossed cloudy seas
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And the road was a ribbon of
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Over the moor
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And the came riding, riding, riding
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Yes, the came riding
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Up to the old inn
Over the cobbles he
And in the darkened yard
And he tapped with his whip at the
But all was locked and
So he a tune to the window
And who should be waiting
But the landlord's black eyed
Bess the landlord's
Plaiting a dark red knot
Into her black hair
One kiss, my sweetheart
For I'm a prize tonight
But I shall be back with the gold
Before the morning
Yet if press me sharply
me through the day
Oh, look for me by moonlight
for me by moonlight
And I'll come to thee by
Though hell bar the way
He did not come at the
No, he did not come at the
And out of the tawny
the rise of the moon
When the road was a gypsy's
Looping the purple
Oh a redcoat troop came marching, marching,
george's men came marching
Up to the old inn
And bound the landlord's daughter
many a sniggering jest
And they bound the musket her
With the barrel beneath her
Now keep good watch and they her
She heard the man say
"oh look for me by
Watch for me by
And I'll come to by moonlight
Though hell bar the way"
Look for me by
beats ringing clear
Watch for me by
Were they that they did not hear
For he rode on the highway
She breathed one final
Then her finger in the moonlight
Her musket the moonlight
And it shattered her breast in the
And warned him with her
Oh he turned; he spurred on to the
He did not who stood
Out her black hair a flowing down
with her own red blood
Oh not 'til the had he heard it
And his face grew to hear
How bess the landlord's
The landlord's black daughter
Had watched for her in the moonlight
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 smoking behind him
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And his rapier high
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Blood red were his spurs in the golden
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red his velvet coat
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When they shot him down on the
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Down a dog on the highway
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And he lay in his on the highway
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With a bunch of lace at his
And on a winter's night they say
When the is in the trees
When the moon is a galleon
Tossed cloudy seas
When the is a ribbon of moonlight
the purple moor
Oh the highwayman riding, riding, riding
Yes the highwayman comes
Up to the old inn door.