Luyện nghe bài hát Three Horses

In the early a stallion white
Prances the hills in the morning
His bridle is painted with and gold
and dragons, pale knights of old

He is the horse of the ages
And now the run to see
The stallion on the hill bags of apples
And of clover have filled

And the horse tells his stories
Of the days now and gone
And the stand a-wondering
Believing every song, how brightly glows the

When the sun is high a mare so red
Trampling the of the living and dead
Her is heavy with mirrors and glass
All is reflected when the red mare pass

She is the of the here and now
And now is confusion
the children on the hill
They cling to one another and no longer can be

While the red voice is trembling
With a rare and call
The children start
The bearers and the

And their many-colored sweaters
Are in the glass
And though the sun shines down upon
They are in the grass
How stark is the and now

When night does fall comes a stallion
So proud and tall he never back
He wears him no emeralds, and gold
Not even a to keep him from cold

He is the of the years to come
And I get me down
Before steed upon my knees
And sing to him the sorrows of a thousand

And the children now scatter
As their mothers call home
For the sadness of the horse
No child has ever

And I hang about him
A bell that's never
And thank him for the words
Which from his throat never sprung

And thank God and all the Angels
That the of the evening
The black of the future
to Earth but has no tongue