Luyện nghe bài hát Heavy Horses

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

Last of the line at an honest toil
Turning the sod under
Flint at the fetlock, the bone
Flies at the nostrils

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

Heavy horses 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

Let me find you a filly for your proud seeds
To keep the old going
And well stand you abreast at the back of the
Behind the young growing

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

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

horses move 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

like tanks on the brow of the hill
Up into the wind facing
In battle harness, chained to the world
Against the low sun

Bring me a of oaken woods
A rein of leather
A heavy horse and a sky
Brewing heavy

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

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

At the old hands quicken
Bring pick and wisp and curry
Thrill to the of all the
Heavy horses coming

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

Bring me a 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 free
And now youre to the few and theres no work to do
The on its way

Oh, horses 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

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 gliding, slipping and sliding free