Luyện nghe bài hát Wickerman

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

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

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

Beneath the old factory
burnt down in the early seventies
Leaving an 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
couples, naked on Northern Upholstery
And pensioners gathering dust like bowls of tulips
And it finally above ground again at Forge Dam
The where we first met

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

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

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

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

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

Then a by told us
That it used to be a custom
To jump off the viaduct into the
When home from the pub on a Saturday night

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

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

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

catching a glimpse of the moon
Through man-hole along the route
Yeah, dark sometimes but if you hold my hand
I I know the way

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

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

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

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