Luyện nghe bài hát On Hyndford Street

Take me back, me way, way, way back
On Street
Where you feel the silence at half past eleven
On summer nights
As the wireless Radio Luxembourg
And the voices across Beechie River

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

Watching the moth catcher the floodlights in the evenings
And meeting down by the
Playing round Mrs. lamp
out to Holywood on the bus
And from the end of the lines to the seaside
Stopping at for ice cream

In the days before `n' roll
Hyndford Street, Parade
Orangefield, St. Donard's Church, six bells
And in the silence there was conversation
And laughter, and music and
And up the back of the neck

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

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

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