Luyện nghe bài hát On Hyndford Street

Take me back, take me way, way, way
On Street
you could feel the silence at half past eleven
On long summer
As the wireless Radio Luxembourg
And the voices whispered across River

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

the moth catcher working the floodlights in the evenings
And meeting by the pylons
Playing Mrs. Kelly's lamp
Going out to on the bus
And from the end of the lines to the seaside
at Fusco's for ice cream

In the days before rock `n'
Hyndford Street, Parade
Orangefield, St. Church, Sunday six bells
And in between the there was conversation
And laughter, and and singing
And shivers up the of the neck

And tuning in to late at night
And jazz and records during the day
Also Debussy on the programme
mornings when contemplation was best
Going up the Castlereagh
And the cregagh glens in and coming back

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

It's now
Can you feel the
On Hyndford Street where you could the silence
At half past eleven on long nights
As the wireless played Luxembourg
And the voices whispered across Beechie
And in the we sank into restful slumber in silence
And carried on in God