Luyện nghe bài hát Heavy Horses (Edited Version)

Iron-clad feather feet the dust
On October's day, evening
Sweat embossed standing proud to the plough
Salt on a chest, seasoning

Last of the line at an honest toil
the deep sod under
Flint at the fetlock, the bone
Flies at the nostrils

The Suffolk, the Clydesdale, the vie
With the Shire on his floating
soft timber into the dusk
To bed on a warm coating

horses, move the land under me
Behind the plough gliding, and sliding free
And now you're down to the few, and there's no to do
The on its way

Let me find you a for your proud stallion seed
To keep the old going
And we'll stand you abreast at the of the woods
the young trees growing

To hide you from eyes that mock at girth
Your hands at the shoulder
And one day the oil barons have all dripped dry
And the nights are seen to colder

They'll beg for your strength, your power
Your noble and your bearing
And strain once again to the sound of the gulls
In the of the deep plough, sharing

Heavy horses, move the land me
the plough gliding, slipping and sliding free
And now down to the few, and there's no work to do
The on its way

Now the horses, move the land under me
Behind the plough gliding, and sliding free
And now down to the few, and there's no work to do
The on its way

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