Luyện nghe bài hát On Hyndford Street

Take me back, take me way, way, way
On Hyndford
Where you could feel the at half past eleven
On long nights
As the wireless played Radio
And the voices whispered across Beechie

In the as we sank into restful slumber in the silence
And on dreaming, in God
And walks up Cherry Valley from North Road Bridge, railway
On summer afternoons
Picking apples from the side of the
That spilled over from the gardens of the houses on Cyprus

the moth catcher working the floodlights in the evenings
And meeting down by the
Playing round Mrs. lamp
Going out to on the bus
And walking from the end of the lines to the
Stopping at Fusco's for ice

In the days before rock `n'
Hyndford Street, Abetta
Orangefield, St. Donard's Church, Sunday six
And in between the silence was conversation
And laughter, and music and
And shivers up the back of the

And in to Luxembourg late at night
And jazz and records during the day
Debussy on the third programme
Early mornings contemplation was best
Going up the Castlereagh
And the glens in summer and coming back

To Street, feeling wondrous and lit up inside
With a sense of life
And reading Mr. Jelly and Big Bill Broonzy
And "Really The Blues" by Mezz
And "Dharma Bums" by Jack Kerouac over and over
And echoing late at night over Beechie River
And always being now, and it's always being now

It's now
Can you the silence?
On Hyndford Street you could feel the silence
At half past eleven on long nights
As the played Radio Luxembourg
And the whispered across Beechie River
And in the quietness we sank restful slumber in silence
And carried on in God