Luyện nghe bài hát Wickerman

Just behind the
Before you the traffic island
A river runs through a channel
I you there once
I think it was the Lead mill

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

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

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

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

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

And the was still there too
The same plastic letters on the price list
And Formica-top 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 your face in my hands
And I kissed you for the 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 ridiculously heartbreaking child's 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 surface of the water together

a passer by told us
That it used to be a custom
To jump off the into the river
When coming home from the pub on a Saturday

But that custom had died out
When someone and landed too near to the riverbank
And had sunk in the mud there and
Before could reach them

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

Yeah, a flows underneath this city
I'd like to go there with you now, my
And it on for miles and miles
Below other 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 last
But if we go just mile
We will surface, by grass and trees
And that fly-over that takes the to cities
Buds that at the slightest touch
Nettles that but not too much

I've never been past this
lies ahead, I really could not say
And I used to live by the river
In a dis-used factory, off the Wicker
And the flowed by, day after day
On one day I thought, "One day, I will it"

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

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