Luyện nghe bài hát Three Horses

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

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

And the white horse tells his
Of the now past and gone
And the children stand
Believing every song, how glows the past

the sun is high comes a mare so red
Trampling the of the living and dead
Her mantle is heavy with and glass
All is reflected when the red mare 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

the red mare's voice is trembling
With a rare and call
The start remembering
The and the pall

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

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

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

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

And I will hang him
A bell that's rung
And thank him for the many
Which from his throat have never

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