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 elm tree
You weren't kissed 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 around the watching someone kick the boys in
With a hand through your hair as if to comb out the

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

And don't forget that day you
When you saw fish swim in the sewage system
And keep revising that picture in your
When you left home and the crows

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

With fifty-five pence his two fingers
And a swirling head as the feeling of hunger

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

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