🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Misty Fields - Korpiklaani

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