Luyện nghe bài hát Heavy Horses

Iron-clad, pounding the dust
On Octobers day, evening
Sweat embossed standing proud to the plough
Salt on a chest, seasoning

Last of the line at an honest toil
Turning the deep sod
at the fetlock, chasing the bone
Flies at the plunder

The Suffolk, the Clydesdale, the vie
With the on his feathers, floating
Hauling soft into the dusk
To bed on a straw coating

Heavy horses move the land me
Behind the plough gliding, slipping and sliding
And now youre down to the few and theres no to do
The on its way

Let me find you a filly for your proud stallion
To the old line going
And well stand you abreast at the of the woods
the young trees growing

To hide you from eyes that at your girth
Youre eighteen at the shoulder
And one day when the oil barons all dripped dry
And the nights are to draw colder

beg for your strength, your gentle power
Your noble grace and bearing
And youll strain once again to the sound of the
In the wake of the plough, sharing

Heavy horses move the under me
Behind the plough gliding, and sliding free
And now youre down to the few and theres no to do
The on its way

Standing like on the brow of the hill
Up the cold wind facing
In battle harness, chained to the world
Against the low sun

me a wheel of oaken woods
A rein of leather
A horse and a tumbling sky
Brewing weather

Bring a for the evening
Clean brass to the dawn
Across acres glistening
dew on a carpet lawn

In these dark towns, lie sleeping
As the horses thunder by
So the dying city
With the horsemans cry

At the old hands quicken
pick and wisp and curry comb
Thrill to the of all the
Heavy horses coming

Iron-clad, feather-feet the dust
On Octobers day, towards
embossed veins standing proud to the plough
Salt on a chest, seasoning

Bring me a of oaken woods
A of polished leather
A heavy horse and the sky
Brewing weather

Heavy horses the land under me
Behind the gliding, slipping and sliding free
And now youre down to the few and theres no to do
The on its way

Oh, horses move the land under me
the plough gliding, slipping and sliding free
And now youre down to the few and theres no to do
The on its way

Oh, horses move the land under me
Behind the gliding, slipping and sliding free
And now youre down to the few and theres no to do
The on its way

Now horses move the land under me
Behind the plough gliding, slipping and free