Luyện nghe bài hát Crows in The Wheatfield

Making way through an orangepeel orchard
Tracing your day 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 wave to get you to take your jacket off

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

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

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

And the apples were sweet and were long
Digging in bare feet 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 of hunger lingers

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

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