🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Misty Fields - Korpiklaani

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