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 nights
As the wireless played Radio
And the voices whispered across Beechie

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 side of the
That spilled from the gardens of the houses on Cyprus Avenue

Watching the moth catcher working the floodlights in the
And down by the pylons
round Mrs. Kelly's lamp
Going out to on the bus
And walking from the end of the lines to the
Stopping at Fusco's for ice

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

And tuning in to Luxembourg at night
And jazz and blues during the day
Debussy on the third programme
Early mornings when contemplation was
Going up the Castlereagh
And the cregagh in summer and coming back

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

always now
Can you feel the
On Street where you could feel the silence
At past eleven on long summer nights
As the wireless Radio Luxembourg
And the whispered across Beechie River
And in the quietness we sank into restful in silence
And on dreaming in God