Luyện nghe bài hát Old Ghosts

Hair stands high on the cat's like
A ridge of hills
Sheepdogs howl, make and growl
Their hanging low

And young falter in their games
At the altar of life's
tall pillars, where sunday-night killers
In raincoats peek

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

colours unfold a backcloth cold
Fine tapestry of
I around me like a cloak
And soundless glide

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

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

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