Luyện nghe bài hát Haunting

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

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

I up the hill, the rain started to spill
So for shelter I had to
Helter-skelter I went as I sped
To the at the old fairy fort

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

I was away about better days
a voice, it says, "Dirty old night"
I fell over me bike, I got a fright
When the ghostly voice bid me the

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

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

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

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

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