Luyện nghe bài hát Three Horses

In the dawn a stallion white
Prances the hills in the light
His bridle is painted thunder and gold
Orchids and dragons, pale of old

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

And the white horse tells his
Of the days now past and
And the stand a-wondering
Believing every song, how glows the past

the sun is high comes a mare so red
Trampling the graves of the and dead
Her mantle is heavy with mirrors and
All is reflected when the red does pass

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

the red mare's voice is trembling
With a and mighty call
The children start
The bearers and the

And though their sweaters
Are reflected in the
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 him no emeralds, silver and gold
Not even a to keep him from cold

He is the horse of the years to
And I get me down
this steed upon my knees
And sing to him the of a thousand centuries

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

And I will about him
A bell that's rung
And thank him for the many
Which from his have never sprung

And I'll God and all the Angels
That the of the evening
The black horse of the
to Earth but has no tongue