Luyện nghe bài hát Three Horses

In the early a stallion white
Prances the hills in the light
His bridle is with 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 bringing bags of apples
And of clover they have

And the horse tells his stories
Of the days now and gone
And the children a-wondering
Believing 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 when the red does pass

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

While the red mare's voice is
With a and mighty call
The children remembering
The and the pall

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

When does fall comes 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 to come
And I will get me
Before steed 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 hang about him
A bell that's never
And him for the many words
from his throat have never sprung

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