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 wireless played Luxembourg
And the whispered across Beechie River

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

Watching the catcher working the floodlights in the evenings
And down by the pylons
Playing 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 rock `n' roll
Hyndford Street, Parade
Orangefield, St. Donard's Church, six bells
And in between the there was conversation
And laughter, and and singing
And shivers up the of the neck

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

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

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