Luyện nghe bài hát Three Horses

In the early dawn a white
Prances the hills in the light
His bridle is painted with thunder and
and dragons, pale knights of old

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

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

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

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

While the red voice is trembling
With a rare and call
The start remembering
The and the pall

And though their sweaters
Are reflected in the
And though the sun down upon them
They are in the grass
How is the here and now

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

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

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

And I hang about him
A that's never rung
And thank him for the words
Which from his have never sprung

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