Luyện nghe bài hát Apache Tears

Hoof prints and foot prints, ruts the wagons made
The and the loser came by here
No head stones, but these bones bring the mascalero death
See the smooth black nuggets by the thousands lying
Petrified, but justified are these apache

grass, dry roots, hunger crying in the night
Ghost of broken and laws are here
And who saw the young squaw, they judged by their law
Tortured till she of pain and fear
Where the soldiers lay her back, are the black apache

The men, the old men, the guilty and the innocent
Bled red blood and chilled alike with
The red men, the white men, no fight took this land
So don't raise the dust you pass here
sleeping and in my keeping are these apache tears