Luyện nghe bài hát Apache Tears

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

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

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