Luyện nghe bài hát 1890

I was in a party, way back to Wounded Knee,
Rock hammers and ice picks, to chip the dead free
After the massacre, the blizzard, they've been frozen to the
Mother, and warriors we found them all around.

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

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

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