Luyện nghe bài hát Heavy Horses (Edited Version)

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

Last of the at an honest day's toil
the deep sod under
Flint at the fetlock, the bone
Flies at the plunder

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

horses, move the land 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 you a filly for your proud stallion seed
To keep the old going
And we'll stand you abreast at the of the woods
Behind the young growing

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

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

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

Now the heavy horses, move the land me
Behind the gliding, slipping 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