Luyện nghe bài hát Old Ghosts

Hair stands high on the back like
A ridge of hills
Sheepdogs howl, make tracks and
Their tails low

And young children in their games
At the of life's hide-and-seek
Between tall pillars, where sunday-night
In grey raincoats

I'll be coming like an old dog in pain
Blown the eye of the hurricane
Down to the stones where old ghosts

Misty colours unfold a cold
Fine of silk
I draw around me a cloak
And soundless a-drifting

On eddies whirled in beech leaves
and gold they fly
In the warm mesh of
now from a cloudless sky

I'll be again like an old dog in pain
through the eye of the hurricane
Down to the stones where old play

Yes I'll be coming again an old dog in pain
Blown the eye of the hurricane
Down to the stones old ghosts play