Luyện nghe bài hát Out In The Fields

Empty streets like winter cold, feelings cut a trace
Hands reach out ready to fold, another tear falls place
Running through a quiet fire, I can see the grow wild
I a crimson word inside, I am free

Out in the fields, the sky is
I the joy returning, out in the fields
Listen to the of heaven
I with a rhyme and reason

Scattered pictures like my thoughts, shattered glass watch where I
Unspoken words tear me apart, another hole right my heart
Looking through an open window, touching all me
I see a silver outside, I am free

Out in the fields, the sky is
I feel the joy returning, out in the
Listen to the winds of
I feel a rhyme and reason