Luyện nghe bài hát Heavy Horses

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

Last of the line at an honest days
Turning the deep sod
Flint at the fetlock, chasing the
Flies at the nostrils

The Suffolk, the Clydesdale, the vie
the shire on his feathers, floating
Hauling soft timber into the
To bed on a warm coating

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

Let me you a filly for your proud stallion seeds
To keep the old going
And well stand you abreast at the of the woods
Behind the young trees

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

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

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

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

Bring me a wheel of oaken
A rein of leather
A heavy and a tumbling sky
Brewing heavy

a song for the evening
Clean brass to flash the
Across these acres
Like dew on a lawn

In these dark towns, folk lie
As the heavy horses by
So the dying city
the living horsemans cry

At once the old hands
Bring and wisp and curry comb
to the sound of all the
Heavy horses home

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

Bring me a wheel of oaken
A rein of leather
A heavy horse and the sky
heavy weather

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

Oh, heavy horses move the 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, heavy 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

Now heavy horses the land under me
Behind the gliding, slipping and sliding free