Luyện nghe bài hát Yon Two Crows

Pennies heaven
Don't me laugh
all you'll get
Is the pattering
Or yon two up over the hill
for winterkill
Always at your
The mud behind the
its clammy hold
Would mock you up a
Here in the of a wrecked sheepfold

And all you'll to this
Is muscle and
Persistence, that's just it
What made you
There'd be a living in
Eat, work, eat, and sleep

Duck the eaves
Of the
To sit here, caged by
Somewhere to go
A move
When I have to think
The dog lifts his to plead
the wizard has a magic stick
Leans his weight my tweed
I give an unholy hand to

I take a swig of dip
my flask
And again I ask
made you think
There'd be a living in
Eat, work, eat, and sleep

They at this game
Two hundred ago
Had ways
Of dying young, souls
Laid to in their soggy rows
on their holy books
Blood and
On the
And no-one watching anyone
No-one but your stubborn one
And the crows and

Ah, the dying
Well I'm not
You watch me and I'll watch
I can work for two men
And for three

And I my flask
To the clearing
To you,
You carrion
To and survive
If you can do it so can I