Luyện nghe bài hát 1890

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

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

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

We wrapped the bodies in red blankets, placed them on our
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 only as hard.