Luyện nghe bài hát Crows in The Wheatfield

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

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

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

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

And the were sweet and summers were long
Digging in your bare feet on a short yellow
You to stifle a smile 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 feeling of hunger

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

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