Luyện nghe bài hát 8. Walking The Penine Way

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