Luyện nghe bài hát Wickerman

Just the station
Before you the traffic island
A river runs through a concrete
I you there once
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 tomato
But it flows, yeah, it

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

Beneath the old factory
That down in the early seventies
Leaving an antiquated sweet-shop
And caverns of and caramel
Nougat, yeah, nougat and
And the flows on

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

I went again for old time's sake
Hoping to find the child's toy horse
That played such a ridiculously tragic
It was still
But of the kids seemed interested in riding it

And the cafe was there too
The same press-in plastic letters on the price
And scuffed Formica-top
I sat as close as possible to the
Where I'd met you autumn afternoon

And then, after what
Like hours of about it
I finally your face in my hands
And I kissed you for the time
And a feeling like flowed through my whole body

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

At the other end of
The flows underneath an old railway viaduct
I there with you once
you were somebody else
And we down
At the brown surface of the water 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 this had died out
When someone jumped and too near to the riverbank
And had sunk in the mud there and
Before anyone reach them

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

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

Occasionally catching a of the moon
Through man-hole along 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 will surface, by grass and trees
And that that takes the cars to cities
Buds explode at the slightest touch
that sting but not too much

I've been past this point
What lies ahead, I really not say
And I to live 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 will it"

But that day came
I moved away and track
But tonight, I am
About my way back
I may find you there and on

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