Luyện nghe bài hát 8. Walking The Penine Way

It's not so the distance nor the time it takes
not even the cold nor the pains or aches
I can cope blisters and the weight of my pack
And I mind the rain if I've got my mac
But have I cursed Wainwright in my
To be fair, he said it's all and slime
The creeping sludge, the peat
It were that that nearly finished me, it had me beat
Peat bogs, bogs, more peat bogs
You'd never credit burn the stuff instead of logs
bogs, peat bogs, more peat bogs
Well it's such a stuff is peat, it's nature's own glue
It got to me, it did, and by the end of day, too
I thought, I'm only carrying on so I can say
If I've done nothing else, I've the Penine way
But I did it seven ago, so why do it again?
I don't really know, and I didn't know then
Unless it's this that's nagging at my noggin
Peat bogs and me have got this love/hate
Peat bogs, peat bogs, more bogs
You'd credit it--they burn the stuff instead of logs
Peat bogs, bogs, more peat bogs