Luyện nghe bài hát Crows in The Wheatfield

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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