Luyện nghe bài hát Crows in The Wheatfield

Making your way an orangepeel orchard
Tracing your day disillusioned to debauched
And spring passed below the rotten elm tree
You kissed there you were pissed in the lavatory
And shaving is that you grew out of
And it would take a heat wave to get you to take your off

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

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

And forget that day you remembered
When you saw fish swim in the sewage river
And keep revising picture in your mind
When you left and the crows behind

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

With fifty-five pence between his two
And a head as the feeling of hunger lingers

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

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