Luyện nghe bài hát Crows in The Wheatfield

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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