Luyện nghe bài hát Haunting

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

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

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

I up me bike, be a tree in the gripe
To find shelter out of the
The rain it came down and stones beat 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 over me bike, I got such a
When the ghostly voice bid me the

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

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

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

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

Now, I go to a dance in the town
I sure not to stop on the way
To be there for eleven, I leave at seven
But I go be a way