Luyện nghe bài hát Wickerman

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

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

Yeah, the city
Through dirty conduits
Connecting witches on the Moor
Pre-Raphaelites, down in Broom hall

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

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

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

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

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

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

At the other end of
The river flows underneath an old viaduct
I went there with you
Except you were somebody
And we gazed
At the brown surface of the water together

Then a passer by us
That it to be a local custom
To jump off the viaduct into the
When coming from the pub on a Saturday night

But that custom had died out
someone jumped and landed too near to the riverbank
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 off that bridge
No chance, never in a million

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

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

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

I've never been past point
What lies ahead, I really 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 will it"

But that day came
I moved away and track
But tonight, I am
About my way back
I may you there and float on

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