Luyện nghe bài hát Three Horses

In the early a stallion white
Prances the hills in the morning
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 bringing bags of apples
And of clover they have

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

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

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

While the red mare's is trembling
With a and mighty call
The children start
The bearers and the

And though their sweaters
Are in the glass
And though the sun down upon them
They are frightened in the
How is the here and now

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

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

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

And I will hang him
A bell that's never
And thank him for the words
Which his throat have never sprung

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