🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Misty Fields - Korpiklaani

 I  remember the horses of the pasture
 misty mornings  cool of the evenings.
 I can  when the wind whistles
 in the corners of  house.
 
 I can feel the fear of  dark
 when shaking 
 my little  trying to squeeze
 the pillow to my 
 
 Riding to the  fields
 days of  in my memories
 flying over  hills unforgettable
 over and  again.
 
 In my  i live again
 my childhood life  night to night.
 I  wake with the smell of new-mown hay.
 I could wake and taste the  in my mouth.
 
 I can feel the  of the dark
 when  under
  little bed trying to squeeze
 the pillow to my