Luyện nghe bài hát Three Horses

In the early dawn a white
Prances the hills in the morning
His bridle is painted thunder 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 bringing bags of apples
And of they have filled

And the white tells his stories
Of the now past and gone
And the children a-wondering
every song, how brightly glows the past

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

She is the of the here and now
And now is confusion
the children on the hill
They cling to one another and no longer can be

While the red mare's is trembling
With a rare and call
The start remembering
The bearers and the

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

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

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

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

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

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