Luyện nghe bài hát Wickerman

Just the station
Before you reach the traffic
A river runs a concrete channel
I took you there
I think it was after the mill

The was dirty and it smelt of industrialization
Little coughing their lungs up
And globules, the color of tomato
But it flows, yeah, it

Yeah, underneath the
dirty brickwork conduits
Connecting witches on the Moor
With Pre-Raphaelites, down in Broom

Beneath the old Trebor
That burnt down in the early
Leaving an sweet-shop smell
And caverns of nougat and
Nougat, yeah, and caramel
And the river on

Yeah, the river on
Beneath fifteen year olds addicted to coffee whitener
Courting couples, naked on Upholstery
And gathering dust like bowls of plastic tulips
And it finally above ground again at Forge Dam
The where we first met

I went there again for old sake
Hoping to find the child's toy horse
That played such a ridiculously tragic
It was there
But none of the kids interested in riding it

And the was still there too
The same press-in plastic on the price list
And Formica-top tables
I sat as close as possible to the
Where I'd met you that afternoon

And then, what seemed
hours of thinking about it
I finally your face in my hands
And I kissed you for the time
And a feeling like electricity flowed my whole body

And I immediately
I'd entered a completely world
And all the time, in the
The sound of ridiculously heartbreaking child's ride outside

At the other end of
The river flows underneath an old railway
I went with you once
Except you were else
And we down
At the sludgy brown surface of the together

a passer by told us
That it to be a local custom
To jump off the into the river
When coming home from the pub on a Saturday

But that custom had died out
When someone and landed too near to the riverbank
And had in the mud there and drowned
Before anyone reach them

Maybe just made the whole story up
You'd never get me to off that bridge
No chance, never in a million

Yeah, a river flows this city
I'd like to go with you now, my pretty
And follow it on for and miles
Below other ordinary lives

Occasionally a glimpse of the moon
Through man-hole along the route
Yeah, it's dark but if you hold my hand
I think I the way

Oh, is as far as we got last time
But if we go just another
We will surface, by grass and trees
And that fly-over that takes the cars to
Buds explode at the slightest touch
Nettles that sting but not too

I've never past this point
What lies ahead, I could not say
And I used to live just by the
In a factory, just off the Wicker
And the river by, day after day
On one day I thought, "One day, I follow it"

But day never came
I moved away and lost
But tonight, I am
making my way back
I may find you and float on

the river may take me
Wherever the may take me
Wherever the river may us
Wherever it us to go
Wherever it us to go