Luyện nghe bài hát Three Horses

In the early dawn a stallion
Prances the hills in the morning
His bridle is painted thunder and gold
Orchids and dragons, pale of old

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

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

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

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

While the red mare's voice is
With a and mighty call
The children start
The bearers and the

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

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

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

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

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

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