Luyện nghe bài hát Out In The Fields

Empty streets like winter cold, cut without a trace
Hands reach out ready to fold, another falls into place
Running through a quiet fire, I can see the flames wild
I hear a crimson word inside, I am

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

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

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