Luyện nghe bài hát On Hyndford Street

Take me back, me way, way, way back
On Hyndford
Where you could the silence at half past eleven
On summer 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 Road Bridge, railway line
On sunny afternoons
Picking apples the side of the tracks
spilled over from the gardens of the houses on Cyprus Avenue

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

In the before rock `n' roll
Street, Abetta Parade
Orangefield, St. Donard's Church, Sunday six
And in the silence 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 Debussy on the third
mornings when contemplation was best
Going up the Castlereagh
And the cregagh glens in and coming back

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

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