Tác giả : Divine Comedy, The
Người đăng : administrator, 14 năm trước
My lovely horse, running through the field 
Where are you going, with your fetlocks blowing in the wind? 
 
I want to shower you with sugar lumps, and ride you over fences 
Polish your hooves every single day, and bring you to the horse dentist 
 
My lovely horse, you're a pony no more 
Running around with a man on your back, like a train in the night...