Jethro Tull《Heavy Horses》[MP3_LRC]

[00:00.00]90听音乐网 www.90T8.com  [00:11.05]On October s day towards evening [00:15.81]Sweat embossed veins standing proud to the plough [00:21.09]Salt on a deep chest seasoning [00:26.96]Last of the line at an honest day s toil [00:32.14]Turning the deep sod under [00:36.75]Flint at the fetlock chasing the bone [00:41.92]Flies at the nostrils plunder [00:47.20]The Suffolk the Clydesdale the Percheron vie [00:52.31]With the shire on his feathers floating [00:57.63]Hauling soft timber into the dusk [01:02.52]To bed on a warm straw coating [01:08.42]Heavy horses move the land under me [01:14.49]Behind the plough gliding slipping and sliding free [01:20.58]And now you re down to the few and there s no work to do [01:24.33]The tractor s on its way [01:39.17]Let me find you a filly for your proud stallion seeds [01:44.86]To keep the old line going [01:49.06]And we ll stand you abreast at the back of the woods [01:54.65]Behind the young trees growing [02:00.17]To hide you from eyes that mock at your girth [02:05.63]You re eighteen hands at the shoulder [02:09.90]And one day when the oil barons have all dripped dry [02:15.22]And the nights are seen to draw colder [02:21.09]They ll beg for your strength your gentle power [02:26.62]Your noble grace and your bearing [02:31.23]And you ll strain once again to the sound of the gulls [02:36.50]In the wake of the deep plough sharing [02:42.71]Heavy horses move the land under me [02:48.52]Behind the plough gliding slipping and sliding free [02:54.94]And now you re down to the few and there s no work to do [02:58.56]The tractor s on its way [03:24.33]Standing like tanks on the brow of the hill [03:29.85]Up into the cold wind facing [03:34.92]In stiff battle harness chained to the world [03:40.39]Against the low sun racing [03:45.92]Bring me a wheel of oaken woods [03:51.21]A rein of polished leather [03:56.29]A heavy horse and a tumbling sky [04:02.14]Brewing heavy weather [04:07.12]Bring a song for the evening [04:11.80]Clean brass to flash the dawn [04:15.18]Across these acres glistening [04:18.95]Like dew on a carpet lawn [04:24.16]In these dark towns folk lie sleeping [04:28.61]As the heavy horses thunder by [04:32.53]So wake the dying city [04:35.68]With the living horseman s cry [04:37.60]At once the old hands quicken [04:39.09]Bring pick and wisp and curry comb [05:19.76]Thrill to the sound of all the [05:20.83]Heavy horses coming home [05:22.48]Iron-clad feather-feet pounding the dust [05:25.14]On October s day towards evening [05:29.72]Sweat embossed veins standing proud to the plough [05:34.81]Salt on a deep chest seasoning [05:40.55]Bring me a wheel of oaken woods [05:45.81]A rein of polished leather [05:50.49]A heavy horse and the tumbling sky [05:56.19]Brewing heavy weather [06:02.11]Heavy horses move the land under me [06:08.10]Behind the plough gliding slipping and sliding free [06:13.92]And now you re down to the few and there s no work to do [06:17.62]The tractor s on its way [06:21.13]Oh heavy horses move the land under me [06:27.42]Behind the plough gliding slipping and sliding free [06:33.16]And now you re down to the few and there s no work to do [08:06.50]The tractor s on its way [08:11.87]Oh heavy horses move the land under me [08:26.38]Behind the plough gliding slipping and sliding free [08:40.94]And now you re down to the few and there s no work to do [08:56.90]The tractor s on its way [09:02.53]Now heavy horses move the land under me [09:10.18]Behind the plough gliding slipping and sliding free