Luyện nghe bài hát Winter Fields

Hurtling heavy snow
Our hands are cold and the sets low
Little sister let sharp teeth show
winter fields

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

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

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

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

Rows of
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...