Luyện nghe bài hát Haunting

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

One Saturday night, I get up on me
For to go to a in the town
I set off at seven to be 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 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 like stones beat the
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 a fright
When the voice bid me the night

But you jumped up with a start, gave the storm not a
As the beat a rhythm on me
And I stared at the tree that had 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 owned night
Expecting to wake a dream

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

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

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