Luyện nghe bài hát Winter Fields

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

the car by the old wire post
Scaredy rabbits good paper ghosts
That lick the salt off the Sussex
And fall into fields

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

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

Under the stairs taps the
The diver's suit that all outgrown
I need to get to where the wild things
Through all of my dreams

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