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 falter in games
At the altar of hide-and-seek
Between tall pillars, sunday-night killers
In raincoats peek

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

Misty unfold a backcloth cold
tapestry of silk
I draw around me a cloak
And glide a-drifting

On eddies whirled in beech leaves
Brown and gold fly
In the mesh of sunlight
Sifting now from a sky

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

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