Luyện nghe bài hát On Hyndford Street

Take me back, take me way, way, way
On Street
Where you could feel the silence at half eleven
On long nights
As the wireless played Luxembourg
And the voices across Beechie River

In the quietness as we sank restful slumber in the silence
And on dreaming, in God
And walks up Cherry Valley from Road Bridge, railway line
On sunny afternoons
Picking apples from the side of the
That spilled over from the gardens of the houses on Avenue

Watching the moth catcher working the in the evenings
And meeting down by the
Playing round Mrs. Kelly's
out to Holywood on the bus
And walking from the end of the to the seaside
Stopping at Fusco's for ice

In the days before `n' roll
Street, Abetta Parade
Orangefield, St. Church, Sunday six bells
And in the silence there was conversation
And laughter, and music and
And up the back of the neck

And tuning in to Luxembourg at night
And jazz and blues during the day
Also Debussy on the programme
Early when contemplation was best
Going up the hills
And the glens in summer and coming back

To Hyndford Street, wondrous and lit up inside
a sense of everlasting life
And reading Mr. Jelly Roll and Big Broonzy
And "Really The Blues" by Mezzrow
And "Dharma Bums" by Kerouac over and over again
And voices echoing late at night Beechie River
And always being now, and it's always being now

always now
Can you feel the
On Hyndford Street where you could the silence
At half past eleven on long summer
As the wireless Radio Luxembourg
And the voices whispered across Beechie
And in the quietness we sank restful slumber in silence
And carried on in God