Luyện nghe bài hát Yon Two Crows

Pennies from
make me laugh
Here all get
Is the rain
Or yon two up over the hill
for winterkill
Always at boots
The mud behind the
its clammy hold
Would you up a grave
in the mire of a wrecked sheepfold

And all bring to this
Is and grit
Persistence, just about it
made you think
There'd be a living in
Eat, work, eat, and sleep

under the eaves
Of the
To sit here, caged by
to go conjure
A move
When I have to again
The dog his gaze to plead
Believes the has a magic stick
Leans his weight into my
I give an unholy to lick

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

They were at game
Two hundred ago
Had ways
Of dying young, poor
Laid to rest in their soggy
Rain on holy books
and whiskey
On the
And no-one watching over
No-one but your stubborn one
And the and rooks

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