Luyện nghe bài hát Wickerman

Just behind the
you reach the traffic island
A river runs through a concrete
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 of tomato ketchup
But it flows, yeah, it

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

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

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

I there again for old time's sake
Hoping to find the child's toy horse
That played such a ridiculously tragic
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 as possible to the seat
I'd met you that autumn afternoon

And then, after seemed
Like hours of thinking it
I finally took your face in my
And I kissed you for the time
And a feeling electricity flowed through my whole body

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

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

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

But that this custom had out
When someone and landed too near to the riverbank
And had sunk in the mud and drowned
Before anyone reach them

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

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

Occasionally catching a glimpse of the
Through man-hole covers the route
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 another mile
We surface, surrounded by grass and trees
And that that takes the cars to cities
Buds that explode at the touch
Nettles that but not too much

I've never been past point
What lies ahead, I really not say
And I used to live just by the
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 away and lost track
But tonight, I am
About making my way
I may find you there and on

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