Luyện nghe bài hát Wickerman

Just behind the
Before you reach the island
A river runs through a channel
I took you there
I it was after the Lead mill

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

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

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

Yeah, the river on
Beneath pudgy fifteen year olds addicted to whitener
Courting couples, naked on Upholstery
And gathering dust like bowls of plastic tulips
And it finally comes ground again at Forge Dam
The place where we met

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

And the cafe was there too
The same press-in plastic letters on the list
And Formica-top tables
I sat as close as to the seat
Where I'd met you that afternoon

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

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

At the end of town
The flows underneath an old railway viaduct
I went there you once
Except you were somebody
And we gazed
At the sludgy brown surface of the together

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

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

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

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

Occasionally catching a glimpse of the
Through man-hole along the route
Yeah, it's 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 and trees
And that fly-over that takes the to cities
Buds that explode at the touch
that sting but not too much

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

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

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