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[ti:Yon Two Crows] |
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[ar:Mark Knopfler] |
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[al:Privateering (Super Deluxe Edition)] |
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作曲 : Mark Knopfler |
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作词 : Mark Knopfler |
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Yon Two Crows - Mark Knopfler |
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Pennies from heaven |
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Don’t make me laugh |
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Here all you’ll get |
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Is the pattering rain |
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Or yon two crows up over the hill |
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Looking for winterkill |
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Always at your boots |
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The mud behind the byre |
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With its clammy hold |
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Would mock you up a grave |
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Here in the mire of a wrecked sheepfold |
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And all you’ll bring to this |
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Is muscle and grit |
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Persistence, that’s just about it |
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What made you think |
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There’d be a living in sheep? |
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Eat, work, eat, work and sleep |
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Duck under the eaves |
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Of the bothy |
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To sit here, caged by rain |
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Somewhere to go conjure |
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A next move |
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When I have to think again |
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The dog lifts his gaze to plead |
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Believes the wizard has a magic stick |
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Leans his weight into my tweed |
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I give an unholy hand to lick |
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I take a swig of sheep dip |
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From my flask |
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And once again I ask |
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What made you think |
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There’d be a living in sheep? |
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Eat, work, eat, work and sleep |
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They were at this game |
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Two hundred years ago |
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Had thirty ways |
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Of dying young, poor souls |
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Laid to rest in their soggy rows |
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Rain on their holy books |
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Blood and whisky |
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On the tongue |
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And no-one watching over anyone |
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No-one left but your stubborn one |
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And the crows and rooks |
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Ah, the dying young |
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Well I’m not done |
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You watch me and I’ll watch thee |
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I can still work for two men |
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And drink for three |
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And I raise my flask |
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To the clearing skies |
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To you, sweepers |
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You carrion spies |
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To scavenge and survive |
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If you can do it so can I |
