Luyện nghe bài hát Yon Two Crows

Pennies heaven
Don't make me
all you'll get
Is the pattering
Or yon two crows up the hill
for winterkill
Always at boots
The mud behind the
With its clammy
Would you up a grave
Here in the mire of a sheepfold

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

under the eaves
Of the
To sit here, by rain
to go conjure
A next
When I have to again
The dog lifts his to plead
Believes the wizard has a stick
his weight into my tweed
I an unholy hand to lick

I take a swig of dip
From my
And again I ask
What you think
be a living in sheep?
Eat, work, eat, work and

They were at game
Two hundred ago
Had thirty
Of young, poor souls
Laid to rest in their rows
Rain on their holy
and whiskey
On the
And watching over anyone
No-one left but stubborn one
And the and rooks

Ah, the young
I'm not done
You watch me and watch thee
I can work for two men
And drink for

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