Luyện nghe bài hát Winter Fields

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

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

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

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

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

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