Luyện nghe bài hát Heavy Horses

Iron-clad, pounding the dust
On Octobers day, towards
Sweat veins standing proud to the plough
on a deep chest, seasoning

Last of the line at an days toil
the deep sod under
Flint at the fetlock, the bone
Flies at the plunder

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

horses move the land under me
Behind the gliding, slipping and sliding 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 stand you abreast at the back of the woods
the young trees growing

To you from eyes that mock at your girth
Youre hands at the shoulder
And one day when the oil have all dripped dry
And the nights are seen to draw

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

Heavy move the land under me
Behind the plough gliding, slipping and free
And now down to the few and theres no work 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 woods
A of polished leather
A heavy horse and a sky
Brewing heavy

Bring a song for the
Clean brass to flash the
Across these acres
Like dew on a carpet

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

At the old hands quicken
Bring pick and wisp and curry
to the sound 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 wheel of woods
A of polished leather
A heavy horse and the sky
Brewing weather

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

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

Oh, horses move the land 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

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