Luyện nghe bài hát Crows in The Wheatfield

Making your way through an orchard
Tracing your day from to debauched
And spring passed quickly below the rotten elm
You weren't kissed there you were pissed in the
And is something that you grew out of
And it would take a heat wave to get you to take your off

You hang around the square watching someone kick the in
With a hand through your hair as if to comb out the

Sing some stupid song about crows in the
been so long since you saw crows in the wheatfield

And don't that day you remembered
When you saw swim in the sewage system river
And keep revising that in your mind
When you left home and the behind

And the apples were sweet and summers long
Digging in your feet on a short yellow lawn
You used to stifle a or forget not to yawn
Do all the things that men do when they're to the river

fifty-five pence between his two fingers
And a swirling head as the of hunger lingers

Sing some stupid songs crows in the wheatfield
It's so long since you saw crows in the wheatfield

Sing some song about crows in the wheatfield
You all along you were a crow in the wheatfield