Luyện nghe bài hát Winter Fields

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

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

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

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

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

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