Luyện nghe bài hát On Hyndford Street

Take me back, me way, way, way back
On Hyndford
Where you could feel the silence at half past
On long nights
As the played Radio Luxembourg
And the whispered across Beechie River

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

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

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

And tuning in to Luxembourg late at
And jazz and blues records the day
Debussy on the third programme
Early when contemplation was best
up the Castlereagh hills
And the cregagh glens in and coming back

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

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