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 bones bring the mascalero moans
See the smooth black by the thousands lying here
Petrified, but are these apache tears

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

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