Luyện nghe bài hát Old Ghosts

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

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

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

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

On eddies whirled in leaves furled
Brown and they fly
In the warm of sunlight
now from a cloudless sky

I'll be coming again 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 where old ghosts