🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Misty Fields - Korpiklaani

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