Luyện nghe bài hát Heavy Horses (Edited Version)

Iron-clad feet pounding the dust
On October's day, evening
Sweat embossed veins standing 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 Shire on his floating
Hauling soft into the dusk
To bed on a warm coating

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

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

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

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

horses, move the land under 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

Now the 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

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