Luyện nghe bài hát Crows in The Wheatfield

Making your way through an orchard
your day from 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 a heat wave to get you to take your jacket off

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

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

And don't that day you remembered
When you saw fish swim in the sewage river
And keep revising that picture in mind
When you left and the crows behind

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

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

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

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