Luyện nghe bài hát Heavy Horses

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

Last of the line at an days toil
Turning the sod under
Flint at the fetlock, the bone
at the nostrils plunder

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

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

Let me you a filly for your proud stallion seeds
To the old line going
And stand you abreast at the back of the woods
the young trees growing

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

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

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

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

me a wheel of oaken woods
A rein of polished
A horse and a tumbling sky
Brewing heavy

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

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

At once the old quicken
Bring pick and wisp and curry
Thrill to the of all the
Heavy horses home

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

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

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

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

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