Luyện nghe bài hát On Hyndford Street

Take me back, me way, way, way back
On Hyndford
Where you could feel the silence at past eleven
On long nights
As the wireless played Luxembourg
And the whispered across Beechie River

In the quietness as we sank into restful 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 of the tracks
spilled over from the gardens of the houses on Cyprus Avenue

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

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

And tuning in to late at night
And jazz and records during the day
Also Debussy on the third
Early mornings when contemplation was
Going up the hills
And the cregagh glens in summer and back

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

It's now
Can you feel the
On Hyndford Street where you feel the silence
At half past eleven on summer nights
As the played Radio Luxembourg
And the voices across Beechie River
And in the quietness we into restful slumber in silence
And on dreaming in God