Luyện nghe bài hát Yon Two Crows

Pennies from
Don't make me
all you'll get
Is the pattering
Or yon two up over the hill
Looking for
at your boots
The mud the byre
With its hold
Would you up a grave
Here in the of a wrecked 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, and sleep

under the eaves
Of the
To sit here, caged by
to go conjure
A move
When I have to think
The dog lifts his to plead
Believes the wizard has a magic
Leans his weight my tweed
I give an hand to lick

I take a swig of dip
From my
And again I ask
What you think
There'd be a living in
Eat, work, eat, and sleep

They were at game
Two hundred ago
Had thirty
Of dying young, souls
to rest in their soggy rows
Rain on their books
Blood and
On the
And no-one watching over
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 still for two men
And for three

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