Luyện nghe bài hát Three Horses

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

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

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

When the sun is high comes a so red
the graves of the living and dead
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 children on the
They cling to one another and no can be still

While the red voice is trembling
With a rare and mighty
The children remembering
The and the pall

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

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

He is the horse of the years to
And I will get me
Before this steed upon my
And sing to him the sorrows of a thousand

And the children now scatter
As mothers call them home
For the of the evening horse
No has ever known

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

And I'll God and all the Angels
That the of the evening
The horse of the future
Comes to Earth but has no