Luyện nghe bài hát 1890

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

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

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

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