Luyện nghe bài hát 1890

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

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

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

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