Luyện nghe bài hát Three Horses

In the early dawn a stallion
the hills in the morning light
His bridle is painted thunder and gold
Orchids and dragons, pale of old

He is the horse of the ages
And now the run to see
The stallion on the hill bags of apples
And of they have filled

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

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

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

While the red voice is trembling
With a and mighty call
The children start
The bearers and the

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

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

He is the horse of the years to
And I get me down
Before this steed upon my
And sing to him the sorrows of a thousand

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

And I will hang him
A that's never rung
And thank him for the words
Which from his have never sprung

And I'll God and all the Angels
That the stallion of the
The black horse of the
Comes to Earth but has no