Luyện nghe bài hát Three Horses

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

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

And the white horse his stories
Of the days now past and
And the children a-wondering
Believing 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 mirrors and glass
All is reflected when the red does pass

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

While the red mare's voice is
a rare and mighty call
The children remembering
The bearers and the

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

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

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

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

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

And thank God and all the Angels
That the stallion of the
The black of the future
to Earth but has no tongue