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, knights of old

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

And the white tells his stories
Of the now past and gone
And the children a-wondering
Believing every song, how brightly glows the

When the sun is high a mare so red
Trampling the graves of the and dead
Her mantle is heavy mirrors and glass
All is reflected when the red does pass

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

While the red mare's voice is
With a and mighty call
The children remembering
The bearers and the

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

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

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

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

And I hang about him
A bell that's rung
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