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  • 作词 : Mark Knopfler
    作曲 : Mark Knopfler
    Yon Two Crows - Mark Knopfler
    Pennies from heaven
    Don’t make me laugh

    Here all you’ll get
    Is the pattering rain

    Or yon two crows up over the hill

    Looking for winterkill

    Always at your boots

    The mud behind the byre

    With its clammy hold

    Would mock you up a grave
    Here in the mire of a wrecked sheepfold

    And all you’ll bring to this
    Is muscle and grit
    Persistence, that’s just about it

    What made you think
    There’d be a living in sheep?

    Eat, work, eat, work and sleep

    Duck under the eaves
    Of the bothy

    To sit here, caged by rain

    Somewhere to go conjure
    A next move
    When I have to think again

    The dog lifts his gaze to plead

    Believes the wizard has a magic stick

    Leans his weight into my *****
    I give an unholy hand to lick

    I take a swig of sheep dip
    From my flask

    And once again I ask

    What made you think
    There’d be a living in sheep?

    Eat, work, eat, work and sleep

    They were at this game
    Two hundred years ago

    Had thirty ways
    Of dying young, poor souls

    Laid to rest in their soggy rows
    Rain on their holy books

    Blood and whisky

    On the tongue

    And no-one watching over anyone

    No-one left but your stubborn one

    And the crows and rooks

    Ah, the dying young

    Well I’m not done

    You watch me and I’ll watch thee
    I can still work for two men
    And drink for three

    And I raise my flask
    To the clearing skies

    To you, sweepers
    You carrion spies

    To scavenge and survive

    If you can do it so can I
  • [00:00.000] 作词 : Mark Knopfler
    [00:01.000] 作曲 : Mark Knopfler
    [00:02.00]Yon Two Crows - Mark Knopfler
    [00:47.20]Pennies from heaven
    [00:48.95]Don’t make me laugh
    [00:50.32]
    [00:50.92]Here all you’ll get
    [00:52.26]Is the pattering rain
    [00:53.33]
    [00:54.24]Or yon two crows up over the hill
    [00:56.97]
    [00:57.48]Looking for winterkill
    [00:59.15]
    [01:01.85]Always at your boots
    [01:02.94]
    [01:03.57]The mud behind the byre
    [01:04.72]
    [01:06.72]With its clammy hold
    [01:08.07]
    [01:09.30]Would mock you up a grave
    [01:10.65]Here in the mire of a wrecked sheepfold
    [01:14.02]
    [01:17.18]And all you’ll bring to this
    [01:18.65]Is muscle and grit
    [01:21.32]Persistence, that’s just about it
    [01:23.54]
    [01:24.78]What made you think
    [01:25.55]There’d be a living in sheep?
    [01:27.54]
    [01:28.08]Eat, work, eat, work and sleep
    [01:31.41]
    [01:35.30]Duck under the eaves
    [01:36.18]Of the bothy
    [01:36.98]
    [01:38.18]To sit here, caged by rain
    [01:40.47]
    [01:42.21]Somewhere to go conjure
    [01:43.65]A next move
    [01:44.99]When I have to think again
    [01:46.61]
    [01:50.38]The dog lifts his gaze to plead
    [01:52.51]
    [01:53.58]Believes the wizard has a magic stick
    [01:55.84]
    [01:57.33]Leans his weight into my *****
    [01:59.60]I give an unholy hand to lick
    [02:01.95]
    [02:04.57]I take a swig of sheep dip
    [02:06.03]From my flask
    [02:07.44]
    [02:09.51]And once again I ask
    [02:11.27]
    [02:12.27]What made you think
    [02:13.21]There’d be a living in sheep?
    [02:15.21]
    [02:15.76]Eat, work, eat, work and sleep
    [02:19.43]
    [02:43.11]They were at this game
    [02:44.06]Two hundred years ago
    [02:45.35]
    [02:46.84]Had thirty ways
    [02:47.68]Of dying young, poor souls
    [02:49.46]
    [02:50.49]Laid to rest in their soggy rows
    [02:53.14]Rain on their holy books
    [02:54.90]
    [02:58.21]Blood and whisky
    [02:59.28]
    [02:59.80]On the tongue
    [03:00.69]
    [03:01.70]And no-one watching over anyone
    [03:03.92]
    [03:05.45]No-one left but your stubborn one
    [03:07.74]
    [03:08.32]And the crows and rooks
    [03:10.15]
    [03:13.84]Ah, the dying young
    [03:15.49]
    [03:18.01]Well I’m not done
    [03:19.33]
    [03:20.37]You watch me and I’ll watch thee
    [03:23.61]I can still work for two men
    [03:25.56]And drink for three
    [03:26.77]
    [03:27.83]And I raise my flask
    [03:29.03]To the clearing skies
    [03:30.56]
    [03:31.52]To you, sweepers
    [03:32.95]You carrion spies
    [03:34.64]
    [03:36.16]To scavenge and survive
    [03:38.31]
    [03:39.19]If you can do it so can I