Luyện nghe bài hát Wickerman

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

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

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

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

Yeah, the river on
Beneath pudgy fifteen olds addicted to coffee whitener
Courting couples, naked on Northern
And gathering dust like bowls of plastic 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 toy horse ride
That played a ridiculously tragic tune
It was there
But none of the kids seemed in riding it

And the cafe was there too
The press-in plastic letters on the price list
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 thinking it
I finally your face in my hands
And I you for the first time
And a feeling like 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 with you once
Except you were somebody
And we down
At the sludgy brown of the water together

Then a passer by us
That it to be a local custom
To off the viaduct into the river
When coming from the pub on a Saturday night

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

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

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

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 time
But if we go another mile
We will surface, by grass and trees
And that fly-over that takes the cars to
Buds that explode at the slightest
Nettles that sting but not too

never been past this point
What lies ahead, I really not say
And I used to live 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 away and lost track
But tonight, I am
About making my way
I may find you and float on

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