Luyện nghe bài hát Yon Two Crows

Pennies heaven
Don't me laugh
all you'll get
Is the pattering
Or yon two crows up over the
Looking for
Always at your
The mud the byre
With its clammy
Would mock you up a
Here in the of a wrecked sheepfold

And all you'll to this
Is and grit
Persistence, that's just 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
Somewhere to go
A move
I have to think again
The dog his gaze to plead
Believes the has a magic stick
his weight into my tweed
I give an hand to lick

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

were at this game
Two hundred ago
Had thirty
Of young, poor souls
Laid to rest in their soggy
Rain on their books
Blood and
On the
And no-one watching anyone
No-one but your stubborn one
And the and rooks

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

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