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 North Road Bridge, railway line
On sunny afternoons
Picking apples from the side of the
That spilled over from the gardens of the houses on Cyprus

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

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

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

To Hyndford Street, feeling and lit up inside
With a sense of everlasting
And Mr. Jelly 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 over Beechie
And it's always being now, and it's always now

always now
Can you the silence?
On Hyndford Street where you feel the silence
At half past on long summer nights
As the wireless Radio Luxembourg
And the voices whispered across River
And in the we sank into restful slumber in silence
And carried on in God