Luyện nghe bài hát Old Ghosts

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

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

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

Misty colours a backcloth cold
Fine of silk
I draw around me a cloak
And glide a-drifting

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

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

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