Luyện nghe bài hát Heavy Horses (Edited Version)

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

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

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

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

Let me find you a filly for proud stallion seed
To keep the old going
And we'll stand you abreast at the of the woods
the young trees growing

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

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

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

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