Luyện nghe bài hát Three Horses

In the dawn a stallion white
Prances the hills in the light
His bridle is painted with thunder and
and dragons, pale knights of old

He is the horse of the past
And now the run to see
The stallion on the hill bags of apples
And of clover they have

And the white horse his stories
Of the now past and gone
And the children stand
Believing every song, how brightly glows the

When the sun is high a mare so red
the graves of the living and dead
Her mantle is heavy with and glass
All is reflected when the red mare pass

She is the of the here and now
And now there is
Amongst the on the hill
They cling to one another and no longer can be

While the red voice is trembling
With a rare and call
The children start
The and the pall

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

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

He is the horse of the years to
And I get me down
Before this steed my knees
And to him the sorrows of a thousand centuries

And the now will scatter
As their mothers them home
For the sadness of the evening
No has ever known

And I hang about him
A bell that's never
And him for the many words
from his throat have never sprung

And thank God and all the Angels
That the stallion of the
The horse of the future
Comes to Earth but has no