Luyện nghe bài hát Banner Year

A year 1864, don't want the red man anymore,
Can't them taking up good land.
Give them a token flag, trade pipes and some hands,
Tell them the stripes stand for peace.
Say if they raise red and blue,
coats will never shoot at you,
But stripes loose their sheen,
Kettle was their chief, he only wanted peace,
Under the flag...a massacre at Creek.
your flag. Salivate.
Stirring feelings of and hate.
A peace of can't hold your faith.
No flag flies, no waves,
See the empty pole above his grave.
No one where he lies,
and no one just why he had to die.
A banner year 1868, a bitter end a of fate.
Maps won't this melanoma,
Blurry of Oklahoma,
Custer shot and killed Black Kettle.
Wave flag. Salivate.
Stirring of pride and hate.
A peace of cloth can't your faith.
No flies, no banner waves,
See the empty above his empty grave.
No one knows he lies,
and no one just why he had to die.
A is a promise,
A of character.
His over me is love.
No flag flies, no waves,
See the empty pole his empty grave.
No one knows he lies,
and no one know why he had to die.
No flag flies, no waves,
See the pole above his empty grave.
No one where he lies,
and no one know why he had to die.