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 long summer
As the wireless played Luxembourg
And the whispered across Beechie River

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

Watching the catcher working the floodlights in the evenings
And meeting down by the
Playing Mrs. Kelly's lamp
out to Holywood on the bus
And walking the end of the lines to the seaside
Stopping at Fusco's for ice

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

And tuning in to Luxembourg late at
And jazz and blues during the day
Also on the third programme
Early when contemplation was best
up the Castlereagh hills
And the cregagh glens in and coming back

To Hyndford Street, feeling wondrous and lit up
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 over
And voices echoing late at over Beechie River
And it's always being now, and it's always now

always now
Can you feel the
On Hyndford Street where you feel the silence
At half eleven on long summer nights
As the wireless Radio Luxembourg
And the whispered across Beechie River
And in the quietness we into restful slumber in silence
And on dreaming in God