Luyện nghe bài hát On Hyndford Street

Take me back, take me way, way, way
On Street
Where you could the silence at half past eleven
On long nights
As the wireless played Luxembourg
And the voices whispered across 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 catcher the floodlights in the evenings
And down by the pylons
Playing round Mrs. Kelly's
Going out to on the bus
And walking from the end of the lines to the
at Fusco's for ice cream

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

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

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