Luyện nghe bài hát Haunting

Sit down on that stool, hear the can't of a
And a strange tale I'll to ye
Of a time that I lived at the of a hill
'Neath the burial you see

One night, I get up on me bike
For to go to a dance in the
I set off at seven to be there for
No thought of the comin' down

I pushed up the hill, the rain to spill
So for I had to resort
I went as downhill I sped
To the at the old fairy fort

I up me bike, be a tree in the gripe
To find out of the storm
The rain it came down and like stones the ground
It was grand to be dry in that

I was dreamin' away about better
a voice, it says, "Dirty old night"
I fell me bike, I got such a fright
When the voice bid me the night

But you jumped up a start, gave the storm not a thought
As the hail beat a on me
And I stared at the tree that had to me
Not a body was I could see

I trembled and shook the tree, twisted and
As the got into a scream
And I grabed for me bike in that devil's owned
Expecting to wake a dream

The I had heard, not another word said
As the hair on the stood on me
And I said an "Our Father" as I peddled faster
Away from that haunted tree

For weeks and weeks after nerves a disaster
Nowhere near road would I go
And from dusk through the night I shake with the fright
Of the tree that had me so

Now, whenever I go to a in the town
I make not to stop on the way
To be there for eleven, I still at seven
But I go be a way