Luyện nghe bài hát Three Horses

In the early a stallion white
Prances the hills in the light
His is painted with thunder 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 bringing bags of apples
And of clover they have

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

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

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

the red mare's voice is trembling
With a rare and mighty
The children start
The and the pall

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

When night fall comes a stallion black
So proud and tall he looks back
He wears him no emeralds, and gold
Not even a covering to keep him from

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

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

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

And I'll thank God and all the
the stallion of the evening
The black of the future
Comes to Earth but has no