Luyện nghe bài hát Apache Tears

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

Dead grass, dry roots, hunger in the night
Ghost of hearts and laws are here
And who saw the young squaw, they judged by whiskey law
Tortured till she died of and fear
Where the soldiers lay her back, are the black tears

The men, the old men, the guilty and the innocent
red blood and chilled alike with fears
The red men, the white men, no fight ever this land
So don't the dust when you pass here
They're sleeping and in my are these apache tears