Luyện nghe bài hát Crows in The Wheatfield

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

You hang around the square someone kick the boys in
a hand through your hair as if to comb 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 fish swim in the sewage river
And keep revising that picture in mind
When you left home and the crows

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

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

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

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