Luyện nghe bài hát Heavy Horses

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

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

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

horses move the land under me
Behind the 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 proud stallion seeds
To keep the old going
And stand you abreast at the back of the woods
Behind the young trees

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 seen to colder

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

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

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

Bring me a wheel of woods
A of polished leather
A heavy horse and a sky
Brewing heavy

Bring a song for the
brass to flash the dawn
Across acres glistening
Like dew on a carpet

In these towns, folk lie sleeping
As the heavy horses by
So wake the city
With the horsemans cry

At the old hands quicken
Bring pick and and curry comb
to the sound of all the
Heavy horses coming

Iron-clad, feather-feet the dust
On Octobers day, evening
embossed veins 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
heavy weather

Heavy horses 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

Oh, 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, 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

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