Luyện nghe bài hát Yon Two Crows

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

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

under 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 hand to lick

I take a swig of 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 years ago
Had ways
Of young, poor souls
Laid to rest in their soggy
on their holy books
Blood and
On the
And watching over anyone
No-one left but your one
And the crows and

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

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