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 horse of the past
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 days now past and
And the stand a-wondering
Believing every song, how brightly the past

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

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

While the red mare's is trembling
With a and mighty call
The children start
The and the pall

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

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

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

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

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

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