Luyện nghe bài hát Heavy Horses

Iron-clad, feather-feet pounding the
On Octobers day, towards
Sweat embossed veins proud to the plough
Salt on a chest, seasoning

Last of the line at an honest days
Turning the sod under
at the fetlock, chasing the bone
Flies at the plunder

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

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

Let me find you a filly for your proud stallion
To keep the old line
And well stand you abreast at the of the woods
Behind the trees growing

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

Theyll beg for your strength, your gentle
Your noble and your bearing
And youll strain once again to the of the gulls
In the of the deep plough, sharing

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

Standing like tanks on the of the hill
Up into the cold facing
In stiff battle harness, to the world
Against the low sun

Bring me a wheel of oaken
A rein of polished
A heavy and a tumbling sky
heavy weather

Bring a song for the
brass to flash the dawn
Across these acres
Like dew on a lawn

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

At once the old quicken
Bring and wisp and curry comb
to the sound of all the
Heavy coming home

Iron-clad, feather-feet pounding the
On day, towards evening
Sweat embossed veins standing to the plough
Salt on a chest, seasoning

me a wheel of oaken woods
A of polished leather
A heavy horse and the sky
Brewing weather

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

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

Oh, heavy move the land 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

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