Luyện nghe bài hát Three Horses

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

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

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

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

And their many-colored sweaters
Are reflected in the
And the sun shines down upon them
are frightened in the grass
How stark is the and now

When does fall comes a stallion black
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 of the years to come
And I will get me
this steed upon my knees
And sing to him the sorrows of a thousand

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

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

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