| Song | Yon Two Crows |
| Artist | Mark Knopfler |
| Album | Privateering (Deluxe Version) |
| [ti:Yon Two Crows] | |
| [ar:Mark Knopfler] | |
| [al:Privateering (Super Deluxe Edition)] | |
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| [00:00.00] | 作曲 : Mark Knopfler |
| [00:00.666] | 作词 : 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 tweed |
| [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 |
| ti: Yon Two Crows | |
| ar: Mark Knopfler | |
| al: Privateering Super Deluxe Edition | |
| offset: 0 | |
| [00:00.00] | zuò qǔ : Mark Knopfler |
| [00:00.666] | zuò cí : 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 tweed |
| [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 noone watching over anyone |
| [03:03.92] | |
| [03:05.45] | Noone 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 |