Luyện nghe bài hát Wickerman

Just behind the
Before you the traffic island
A river runs through a concrete
I took you there
I think it was after the mill

The water was dirty and it of industrialization
Little masters coughing lungs up
And globules, the color of ketchup
But it flows, yeah, it

Yeah, the city
Through dirty brickwork
white witches on the Moor
With Pre-Raphaelites, in Broom hall

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

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

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

And the cafe was still too
The same plastic letters on the price list
And scuffed tables
I sat as close as to the seat
Where I'd met you that afternoon

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

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

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

Then a passer by us
That it used to be a custom
To off the viaduct into the river
When coming home the pub on a Saturday night

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 could reach

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

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

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

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

I've been past this 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 follow it"

But day never came
I moved away and track
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
Wherever the river may us
Wherever it us to go
Wherever it us to go