Luyện nghe bài hát Heavy Horses (Edited Version)

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

Last of the line at an honest toil
Turning the deep sod
Flint at the fetlock, chasing the
Flies at the nostrils

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 plough gliding, slipping and free
And now you're down to the few, and there's no to do
The on its way

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

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

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

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