Luyện nghe bài hát Three Horses

In the early dawn a stallion
the hills in the morning light
His bridle is painted with thunder and
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 bags of
And of clover they have

And the horse tells his stories
Of the now past and gone
And the children a-wondering
every song, how brightly glows the past

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

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

the red mare's voice is trembling
With a rare and call
The children remembering
The bearers and the

And though their sweaters
Are reflected in the
And though the sun shines down upon
are frightened in the grass
How stark is the and now

When night does comes a stallion black
So proud and tall he looks back
He wears him no emeralds, and gold
Not even a to keep him from cold

He is the horse of the to come
And I will get me
Before this steed my knees
And sing to him the of a thousand centuries

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

And I hang about him
A that's never rung
And thank him for the words
Which from his throat never sprung

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