Luyện nghe bài hát Wickerman

Just the station
Before you the traffic island
A river through a concrete channel
I took you once
I think it was the Lead mill

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

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

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

Yeah, the river 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 comes above ground at Forge Dam
The place we first met

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

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

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

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

At the end of town
The river flows an old railway viaduct
I there with you once
you were 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 jump off the into the river
When home from the pub on a Saturday night

But this custom had died out
When jumped and landed too near to the riverbank
And had sunk in the mud there and
Before anyone could them

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

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

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

Oh, this is as far as we got last
But if we go just mile
We will surface, surrounded by and trees
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 just 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 follow it"

But day never came
I away and lost track
But tonight, I am
About my way back
I may find you there and on

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