Luyện nghe bài hát Winter Fields

Hurtling heavy snow
Our hands are cold and the moon low
Little sister let your sharp teeth
Pass fields

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

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

In sub-zero, I can't still
Colors of absence the hill
In I trip and spill
winter fields

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

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...