Luyện nghe bài hát Winter Fields

Hurtling through snow
Our are cold and the moon sets low
Little sister let your sharp show
winter fields

Stop the car by the old post
rabbits make good paper ghosts
That lick the salt off the Sussex
And fall into winter

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

In sub-zero, I stand still
of absence flooding the hill
In wonderment I trip and
Through winter

the stairs taps the metronome
The diver's suit that weve all
I need to get to where the things roam
all of my winter dreams

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