Luyện nghe bài hát Heavy Horses

Iron-clad, pounding the dust
On Octobers day, evening
Sweat embossed veins proud to the plough
Salt on a chest, seasoning

Last of the line at an honest days
Turning the deep sod
at the fetlock, chasing the bone
Flies at the plunder

The Suffolk, the Clydesdale, the vie
the shire on his feathers, floating
Hauling soft into the dusk
To bed on a straw coating

Heavy horses move the land me
the plough gliding, slipping and sliding free
And now down to the few and theres no work to do
The on its way

Let me you a filly for your proud stallion seeds
To keep the old going
And well stand you abreast at the of the woods
Behind the trees growing

To hide you from eyes mock at your girth
Youre eighteen at the shoulder
And one day when the oil have all dripped dry
And the nights are seen to draw

Theyll beg for your strength, your gentle
Your noble and your bearing
And strain once again to the sound of the gulls
In the wake of the plough, sharing

Heavy horses move the under me
Behind the plough gliding, slipping and free
And now youre down to the few and theres no to do
The on its way

Standing like tanks on the of the hill
Up into the cold facing
In stiff battle harness, chained to the
the low sun racing

Bring me a wheel of woods
A rein of polished
A heavy horse and a sky
Brewing weather

a song for the evening
Clean brass to flash the
Across these glistening
dew on a carpet lawn

In these dark towns, folk lie
As the horses thunder by
So the dying city
With the living cry

At once the old quicken
pick and wisp and curry comb
Thrill to the of all the
horses coming home

Iron-clad, feather-feet pounding the
On day, towards evening
Sweat embossed veins standing to the plough
Salt on a chest, seasoning

me a wheel of oaken woods
A rein of leather
A heavy horse and the sky
Brewing weather

horses move the land under me
Behind the plough gliding, slipping and free
And now youre down to the few and theres no to do
The on its way

Oh, heavy horses the land under me
Behind the plough gliding, and sliding free
And now down to the few and theres no work to do
The on its way

Oh, heavy horses move the under me
Behind the gliding, slipping and sliding free
And now youre down to the few and theres no to do
The on its way

Now heavy horses move the land me
Behind the plough gliding, slipping and sliding