Luyện nghe bài hát Three Horses

In the early dawn a white
Prances the in the morning light
His is painted with thunder and gold
Orchids and dragons, knights of old

He is the horse of the ages
And now the run to see
The stallion on the hill bringing bags of
And of clover they filled

And the white horse his stories
Of the now past and gone
And the stand a-wondering
Believing every song, how brightly the past

the sun is high comes a mare so red
Trampling the graves of the living and
Her is heavy with mirrors and glass
All is reflected the red mare does pass

She is the horse of the and now
And now is confusion
Amongst the children on the
They to one another and no longer can be still

the red mare's voice is trembling
With a rare and call
The children start
The and the pall

And their many-colored sweaters
Are reflected in the
And though the sun shines down upon
They are in the grass
How stark is the and now

When night fall comes a stallion black
So and tall he never looks back
He wears him no emeralds, and gold
Not even a covering to keep him cold

He is the horse of the to come
And I get me down
Before this upon my knees
And sing to him the sorrows of a centuries

And the children now will
As their mothers call home
For the of the evening horse
No child has ever

And I will hang him
A bell never rung
And him for the many words
Which from his throat have never

And I'll God and all the Angels
the stallion of the evening
The black of the future
Comes to but has no tongue