🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Misty Fields - Korpiklaani

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