Luyện nghe bài hát On Hyndford Street

Take me back, take me way, way, way
On Street
Where you could feel the at half past eleven
On summer nights
As the wireless played Radio
And the whispered across Beechie River

In the quietness as we into restful slumber in the silence
And on dreaming, in God
And walks up Valley from North Road Bridge, railway line
On sunny summer
Picking apples from the of the tracks
That over from the gardens of the houses on Cyprus Avenue

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

In the days before `n' roll
Hyndford Street, Parade
Orangefield, St. Donard's Church, six bells
And in between the silence there was
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 mornings contemplation was best
Going up the hills
And the cregagh glens in summer and coming

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

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