Luyện nghe bài hát On Hyndford Street

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

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

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

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

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

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

It's now
Can you the silence?
On Hyndford Street you could feel the silence
At half past eleven on long summer
As the played Radio Luxembourg
And the whispered across Beechie River
And in the quietness we sank into restful in silence
And on dreaming in God