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
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 they have filled

And the white horse his stories
Of the days now past and
And the children a-wondering
Believing every song, how brightly the past

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

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

the red mare's voice is trembling
With a rare and mighty
The children start
The bearers and the

And their many-colored sweaters
Are in the glass
And though the sun shines down them
are frightened 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 from

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

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

And I will hang him
A bell never rung
And thank him for the words
Which from his throat have sprung

And I'll thank God and all the
That the of the evening
The black horse of the
to Earth but has no tongue