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 summer
As the wireless played Radio
And the whispered across Beechie River

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

Watching the catcher working the floodlights in the evenings
And meeting by the pylons
Playing round Mrs. Kelly's
out to Holywood on the bus
And walking from the end of the to the seaside
at Fusco's for ice cream

In the days 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 back of the

And tuning in to late at night
And jazz and blues during the day
Debussy on the third programme
Early when contemplation was best
Going up the hills
And the cregagh glens in summer and back

To Hyndford Street, wondrous and lit up inside
a sense of everlasting life
And reading Mr. Jelly and Big Bill Broonzy
And "Really The Blues" by Mezz
And "Dharma Bums" by Jack Kerouac over and over
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 you could feel the silence
At half past eleven on long summer
As the wireless played Radio
And the voices whispered across River
And in the quietness we sank restful slumber in silence
And carried on in God