Luyện nghe bài hát Three Horses

In the early dawn a white
the hills in the morning light
His bridle is painted with and gold
Orchids and dragons, 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 horse tells his stories
Of the now past and gone
And the children a-wondering
Believing every song, how brightly glows the

When the sun is high comes a so red
the graves of the living and dead
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
Amongst the on the hill
cling to one another and no longer can be still

While the red mare's is trembling
With a rare and mighty
The children remembering
The and the pall

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

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

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

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

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
the stallion of the evening
The horse of the future
Comes to Earth but has no