Luyện nghe bài hát On Hyndford Street

Take me back, take me way, way, way
On Street
Where you feel the silence at half past eleven
On long summer
As the wireless played Luxembourg
And the voices 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 Road Bridge, railway line
On summer afternoons
Picking apples the side of the tracks
That spilled from the gardens of the houses on Cyprus Avenue

Watching the moth working the floodlights in the evenings
And meeting by the pylons
Playing Mrs. Kelly's lamp
Going out to on the bus
And walking from the end of the to the seaside
Stopping at for ice cream

In the days before rock `n'
Street, Abetta Parade
Orangefield, St. Donard's Church, Sunday six
And in the silence there was conversation
And laughter, and and singing
And up the back of the neck

And in to Luxembourg late at night
And jazz and records during the day
Also Debussy on the third
Early mornings when was best
Going up the Castlereagh
And the cregagh glens in summer and back

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

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