Luyện nghe bài hát 1890

I was in a burial party, way back to Knee,
hammers and ice picks, to chip the dead ones free
After the massacre, the blizzard, been frozen to the ground
Mother, children and warriors we found all around.

They were frozen in their agony or and terror has they fled
The army's giant Howitzers they sang their of death
We chief Big Foot, his scarf around his face
The ice was frozen blood, from neck down to his

Their bloody footprints in the snow that the ghost for the dead
and I hoped that it was true, what all the said.
will be a new spring coming and our families will come home
Game will the prairie, crops will always grow.

We the bodies in red blankets, placed them on our sled
And there stacked up rifles and everything that they had
Crazy Horse was buried here, someone said as we due to start
Just as hard, I told him, it's just as hard.