Luyện nghe bài hát Wickerman

Just the station
you reach the traffic island
A river runs through a concrete
I took you there
I think it was after the Lead

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

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

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

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

I went there for old time's sake
to find the child's toy horse ride
That played such a tragic tune
It was there
But none of the kids seemed interested in it

And the cafe was still too
The same press-in plastic letters on the list
And scuffed Formica-top
I sat as close as to the seat
Where I'd met you that afternoon

And then, what seemed
Like of thinking about it
I finally took your face in my
And I you for the first time
And a feeling like electricity flowed through my whole

And I knew
I'd entered a completely different
And all the time, in the
The sound of that ridiculously heartbreaking ride outside

At the end of town
The river flows an old railway viaduct
I went there with you
Except you somebody else
And we gazed
At the sludgy brown surface of the together

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

But that this had died out
When someone jumped and landed too near to the
And had sunk in the mud and drowned
anyone could reach them

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

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

Occasionally a glimpse of the moon
Through man-hole covers along the
Yeah, dark sometimes but if you hold my hand
I think I the way

Oh, this is as far as we got time
But if we go another mile
We will surface, surrounded by and trees
And that fly-over that the cars to cities
that 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 by the river
In a factory, just off the Wicker
And the river flowed by, day day
On one day I thought, "One day, I will it"

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

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