Luyện nghe bài hát Heavy Horses (Edited Version)

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

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

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

Heavy horses, the land under me
Behind the gliding, slipping and sliding free
And now you're to the few, and there's no work to do
The on its way

Let me find you a filly for your proud stallion
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 at your girth
Your eighteen at the shoulder
And one day when the oil barons all dripped dry
And the nights are seen to colder

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

Heavy horses, the land under me
Behind the plough gliding, slipping and sliding
And now you're to the few, and there's no work to do
The on its way

Now the horses, move the land under me
Behind the gliding, slipping and sliding free
And now you're to the few, and there's no work to do
The on its way

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