Luyện nghe bài hát Apache Tears

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

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

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