Luyện nghe bài hát Broken Rainbow

The old of the earth tell stories
An old of the old ways
She said, "I all my joy
In days"

The young warriors of the open
Said, "Tell me is it
me, do some live out of bags and rags
In the too? Is it true?"

At the edge I live
sweet home, America

The earth ones they
"Our religion is in these and skies
Sweet mother out gone
To worlds, modern lies"

The earthways and the new
You know we the first, believe me
We be the last
To keep a light for the

At the where I live
sweet home America

Native American
in the devastation
An situation
can I do?

The ghosts of
Cuts through the
Poet on a cryin'
Broken rainbow, broken

Home home, America, oh