Luyện nghe bài hát 8. Walking The Penine Way

It's not so much the distance nor the time it
It's not even the cold nor the 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 Wainwright in my time
To be fair, he it's all muck and slime
The creeping sludge, the never-ending
It were that that finished me, it nearly had me beat
Peat bogs, peat bogs, more bogs
You'd never credit it--they burn the instead of logs
Peat bogs, peat bogs, more peat
Well it's such a funny stuff is peat, it's nature's own
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 else, I've walked the Penine way
But I did it seven years ago, so why do it
Well I don't really know, and I know then
Unless it's this that's nagging at my noggin
Peat and me have got this love/hate thing
Peat bogs, bogs, more peat bogs
You'd never credit it--they burn the instead of logs
Peat bogs, peat bogs, peat bogs