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 time that I 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 seven to be there for
No thought of the rain comin'

I pushed up the hill, the rain started to
So for shelter I had to
Helter-skelter I went as downhill I
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 stones beat the ground
It was to be dry in that storm

I was dreamin' away about days
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 a rhythm on me
And I stared at the tree had spoken to me
Not a body was I could see

I trembled and the tree, twisted and booked
As the wind got into a
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 on the head stood on me
And I said an "Our Father" as I peddled much
Away from that ghost haunted

For weeks and weeks after with a disaster
near that road would I go
And from dusk through the night I would shake the fright
Of the tree that had 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 leave at seven
But I go be a way