Luyện nghe bài hát Apache Tears

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

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 died of 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 ever this land
So don't raise the dust you pass here
They're sleeping and in my keeping are these apache