Luyện nghe bài hát Big Chief Woolley Bosher

In the land call the west
On the virgin crest
a great man and his braves
And he led them to graves

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

out when settlers came
And their homes on the indian range
Big chief bosher liked it none
Traded a bad man for a gun

Big chief looks out at his land
Locomotive on the stands
Life leak from the city in the east
Let us that iron beast

Big rides on the trail tonight
Tread the land for which he must
In their for love and glory
Some indians were
lived to tell the story
And bosher prays

Big chief rides on the trail
Soldier marching in the morning light
Bring the guns, bring the
Let's blow into heaven let's see if God knows

One hundred men must to die
When a thousand look you in the eye
Big chief sees his men fall
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