Luyện nghe bài hát Yon Two Crows

Pennies heaven
Don't me laugh
all you'll get
Is the pattering
Or yon two crows up the hill
for winterkill
Always at your
The mud behind the
With its hold
Would mock you up a
Here in the mire of a wrecked

And all bring to this
Is and grit
Persistence, that's about it
made you think
There'd be a in sheep?
Eat, work, eat, and sleep

Duck the eaves
Of the
To sit here, by rain
to go conjure
A move
I have to think again
The dog lifts his gaze to
Believes the has a magic stick
his weight into my tweed
I give an unholy hand to

I a swig of sheep dip
From my
And again I ask
What you think
be a living in sheep?
Eat, work, eat, and sleep

They at this game
Two hundred ago
Had thirty
Of dying young, souls
to rest in their soggy rows
Rain on their books
and whiskey
On the
And no-one watching anyone
No-one left but stubborn one
And the and rooks

Ah, the dying
Well I'm not
You me and I'll watch thee
I can still for two men
And drink for

And I my flask
To the skies
To you,
You carrion
To scavenge and
If you can do it so can I