Luyện nghe bài hát Three Horses

In the dawn a stallion white
Prances the hills in the light
His bridle is painted thunder and gold
Orchids and dragons, pale of old

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

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

When the sun is high a mare so red
the graves of the living and dead
Her mantle is heavy 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 another and no can be still

the red mare's voice is trembling
With a and mighty call
The start remembering
The and the pall

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

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

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

And the children now scatter
As their mothers them home
For the sadness of the horse
No child has ever

And I will hang him
A bell never rung
And him for the many words
Which from his throat have sprung

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