Luyện nghe bài hát Winter Fields

Hurtling through heavy
Our hands are cold and the moon low
Little sister let your sharp show
Pass winter

Stop the car by the old post
Scaredy rabbits make good ghosts
That the salt off the Sussex coast
And into winter fields

of white
Spelled our escape in the old torch
Oh mother, I'm scared to close my
Some winter make you dive and dive and dive down...

In sub-zero, I can't stand
Colors of flooding the hill
In wonderment I and spill
Through winter

Under the taps the metronome
The diver's that weve all outgrown
I need to get to where the wild roam
Through all of my dreams

Rows of
Spelled our in the old torch lights
Oh mother, I'm scared to close my
winter dreams make you dive and dive and dive down...