Luyện nghe bài hát Yon Two Crows

Pennies heaven
Don't make me
Here all get
Is the rain
Or yon two crows up over the
for winterkill
Always at your
The mud the byre
With its hold
Would you up a grave
Here in the mire of a sheepfold

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

Duck under the
Of the
To sit here, by rain
Somewhere to go
A move
When I have to again
The dog his gaze to plead
Believes the wizard has a stick
Leans his weight my tweed
I give an hand to lick

I a swig of sheep dip
my flask
And again I ask
What made you
There'd be a in sheep?
Eat, work, eat, work and

They were at this
Two hundred ago
Had thirty
Of dying young, souls
to rest in their soggy rows
Rain on their books
and whiskey
On the
And no-one watching anyone
No-one left but stubborn one
And the crows and

Ah, the young
Well I'm not
You watch me and I'll thee
I can still for two men
And drink for

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