Luyện nghe bài hát Three Horses

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

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

And the white horse tells his
Of the now past and gone
And the children stand
Believing every song, how glows the past

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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