Luyện nghe bài hát Three Horses

In the dawn a stallion white
Prances the in the morning light
His bridle is painted with 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 horse tells his
Of the now past and gone
And the children stand
Believing song, how brightly glows the past

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

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

While the red mare's is trembling
With a rare and call
The children start
The and the pall

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

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

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

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

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

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