Luyện nghe bài hát Haunting

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

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

I pushed up the hill, the rain 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 shelter out of the storm
The rain it came down and like beat the ground
It was grand to be dry in that

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

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

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

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

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