Luyện nghe bài hát 8. Walking The Penine Way

It's not so the distance nor the time it takes
It's not even the cold nor the pains or
I can cope with blisters and the weight of my
And I don't mind the if I've got my mac
But have I 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, more peat
You'd never credit it--they the stuff instead of logs
Peat bogs, peat bogs, 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 years ago, so why do it
Well I really know, and I didn't know then
Unless this that's been nagging at my noggin
Peat bogs and me have got love/hate thing
Peat bogs, peat bogs, more peat
never credit it--they burn the stuff instead of logs
Peat bogs, bogs, more peat bogs