Luyện nghe bài hát Wickerman

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

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

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

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

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

I went there again for old sake
Hoping to find the toy horse ride
That such a ridiculously tragic tune
It was still
But none of the seemed interested in riding it

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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