Luyện nghe bài hát Heavy Horses (Edited Version)

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

Last of the line at an day's toil
the deep sod under
Flint at the fetlock, the bone
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 coating

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

Let me you a filly for your proud stallion seed
To keep the old line
And we'll stand you abreast at the back of the
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

They'll beg for your strength, your gentle
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, the land under me
Behind the plough gliding, and sliding free
And now you're down to the few, and no work to do
The on its way

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