Luyện nghe bài hát Three Horses

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

He is the of the ages past
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 days now and gone
And the children stand
Believing every song, how glows the past

the sun is high comes a mare so red
Trampling the graves of the living and
Her mantle is heavy with and glass
All is reflected when the red mare does

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

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

And though their many-colored
Are in the glass
And the sun shines down upon them
They are in the grass
How is the here and now

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

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

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

And I will about him
A bell never rung
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