🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Misty Fields - Korpiklaani

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