Luyện nghe bài hát Three Horses

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

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

And the white tells his stories
Of the days now and gone
And the children a-wondering
Believing every song, how glows the past

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

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

While the red mare's is trembling
a rare and mighty call
The children remembering
The bearers and the

And though many-colored sweaters
Are in the glass
And though the sun shines down them
are frightened in the grass
How is the here and now

When night does fall 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 of the years to come
And I will get me
Before steed upon my knees
And sing to him the of a thousand centuries

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

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

And I'll thank God and all the
That the of the evening
The black of the future
to Earth but has no tongue