Luyện nghe bài hát Yon Two Crows

Pennies heaven
Don't make me
Here all get
Is the pattering
Or yon two crows up over the
Looking for
Always at your
The mud behind the
its clammy hold
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 made you
There'd be a living in
Eat, work, eat, and sleep

under the eaves
Of the
To sit here, by rain
Somewhere to go
A move
I have to think again
The dog his gaze 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
my flask
And once I ask
What you think
There'd be a living in
Eat, work, eat, work and

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

Ah, the young
Well I'm not
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 spies
To scavenge and
If you can do it so can I