Luyện nghe bài hát Yon Two Crows

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

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

Duck the eaves
Of the
To sit here, caged by
to go conjure
A next
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
What made you
There'd be a in sheep?
Eat, work, eat, and sleep

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

Ah, the young
I'm not done
You me and I'll 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