Luyện nghe bài hát Wheatfields

Outside the wind is raging, blowing the Wheatfields
And now the game is changing, and now the rules are thrown
And the cards are turning, and my is dry
As her dress is before my eyes, my eyes
My

And now the hands are turning, and now the clocks are
Beauty is on the mattress, lifting the patterns from her
And the clothes are falling, and her breast is
And her skin is holy, the sky, like the sky
The sky

And the are falling, and our mouths are dry
And our is holy, like the sky, like the sky
The sky

Outside the wind is raging, blowing the Wheatfields
And now the game is changing, and now the rules are thrown
And now the are thrown away

Away, away,