Luyện nghe bài hát Three Horses

In the dawn a stallion white
Prances the in the morning light
His bridle is painted with and gold
Orchids and dragons, knights of old

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

And the white horse his stories
Of the now past and gone
And the stand a-wondering
Believing every song, how glows the past

When the sun is high a mare so red
Trampling the graves of the living and
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
Amongst the children on the
cling to one another and no longer can be still

While the red voice is trembling
With a and mighty call
The children remembering
The and the pall

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

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

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

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

And I will about him
A bell that's never
And thank him for the words
Which from his throat never sprung

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