Luyện nghe bài hát Heavy Horses (Edited Version)

Iron-clad feet pounding the dust
On October's day, towards
Sweat embossed standing proud to the plough
on a deep chest, seasoning

Last of the at an honest day's toil
Turning the sod under
Flint at the fetlock, chasing the
at the nostrils plunder

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

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

Let me find you a for your proud stallion seed
To keep the old line
And we'll stand you at the back of the woods
Behind the young trees

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

They'll beg for strength, your gentle power
Your noble and your bearing
And you'll strain once again to the of the gulls
In the wake of the plough, sharing

Heavy horses, move the under me
Behind the plough gliding, and sliding free
And now down to the few, and there's no work to do
The on its way

Now the heavy horses, the land under me
Behind the plough gliding, and sliding free
And now down to the few, and there's no work to do
The on its way

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