Luyện nghe bài hát Apache Tears

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

Dead grass, dry roots, hunger crying in the
of broken hearts and laws are here
And who saw the young squaw, they judged by their law
Tortured till she 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 alike fears
The red men, the white men, no ever took this land
So don't raise the dust you pass here
They're sleeping and in my keeping are these apache