Luyện nghe bài hát Old Ghosts

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

And young children in their games
At the altar of hide-and-seek
Between tall pillars, sunday-night killers
In grey peek

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

Misty colours a backcloth cold
Fine tapestry of
I draw me like a cloak
And soundless a-drifting

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

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

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