Luyện nghe bài hát Apache Tears

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

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

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