🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Misty Fields - Korpiklaani

 I can remember the horses of  pasture
 misty mornings and  of the evenings.
 I  remember when the wind whistles
 in the corners of  house.
 
 I can feel the fear of the 
 when shaking 
 my little bed  to squeeze
 the pillow  my safety
 
 Riding to the  fields
 days of childhood in  memories
 flying over the hills 
  and over again.
 
 In my dreams i  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  the fear of the dark
  shaking under
 my little bed trying  squeeze
 the pillow to  safety