Luyện nghe bài hát On Hyndford Street

Take me back, take me way, way, way
On Hyndford
Where you could the silence at half past eleven
On long summer
As the played Radio Luxembourg
And the voices whispered across River

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

Watching the moth catcher working the 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 lines to the
at Fusco's for ice cream

In the days before `n' roll
Hyndford Street, Abetta
Orangefield, St. Church, Sunday six bells
And in between the silence there was
And laughter, and and singing
And up the back of the neck

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

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

It's now
Can you feel the
On Hyndford Street where you could the silence
At half eleven on long summer nights
As the played Radio Luxembourg
And the voices whispered across Beechie
And in the quietness we sank restful slumber in silence
And carried on in God