Luyện nghe bài hát Three Horses

In the early a stallion 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 comes a so red
Trampling the of the living and dead
Her mantle is with mirrors and glass
All is reflected 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 longer can be

While the red mare's is trembling
a rare and mighty call
The children start
The bearers and the

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

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

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

And the now will scatter
As their mothers them home
For the of the evening horse
No has ever known

And I will hang him
A bell that's rung
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 but has no tongue