Luyện nghe bài hát Big Chief Woolley Bosher

In the land call the west
On the prarie's virgin
Lived a man and his braves
And he led them to graves

Big plays with baby son
The work of the indian is done
is easy, life is grand
'til there is white man, gun in

Started out when settlers
And built homes on the indian range
Big chief woolly liked it none
with a bad man for a gun

Big looks out at his great land
on the prairie stands
Life that leak from the city in the
Let us destroy that beast

Big chief rides on the tonight
Tread the land for he must fight
In their for love and glory
Some indians were
They lived to tell the
And woolly bosher

Big rides on the trail tonight
Soldier marching in the morning light
the guns, bring the bows
Let's blow them into let's see if God knows

One men must have to die
When a thousand soldiers you in the eye
Big chief his men fall round
The soldiers kill and the bugle

In their for love and glory
No indians saved
And big chief woolly
Had written on his
He has no wrong
Except being