Luyện nghe bài hát Yon Two Crows

Pennies heaven
Don't make me
all you'll get
Is the pattering
Or yon two up over the hill
Looking for
Always at your
The mud behind the
With its clammy
Would you up a grave
Here in the 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

Duck the eaves
Of the
To sit here, caged by
to go conjure
A next
I have to think again
The dog his gaze to plead
Believes the wizard has a stick
Leans his into my tweed
I give an unholy to lick

I a swig of sheep 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 years ago
Had ways
Of dying young, souls
to rest in their soggy rows
Rain on holy books
Blood and
On the
And no-one over anyone
No-one but your stubborn one
And the and rooks

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

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