Luyện nghe bài hát Cherokee Rose

Pinestraw on the ground around a fallen Cherokee
It's got me wonderin' why those mighty winds of must blow
Once this land was free from fences and
Back when the people here for food instead of fun

the Earth was sanctified
Cherished in the red-man's
Before the rose
The rose
The Cherokee

My boots down into the soft red Georgia clay
Bought with their blood, this land here never was to take away
souls unjustly driven from their homes
Many died along the way, now we build our houses upon their

After all these
I can see the of tears
Damn this Cherokee
Oh the rose
The rose

Oh they call us the of the free
And the of the brave
But I don't hear
About the injustice that we've done the way
We try to it out
Never about
The they had to pay
We never cry for what was
a tear for the heavy cost
Of we call "freedom"

All the gold in the world couldn't pay the we owe
We'll never right those wrongs, but I believe we should let them
That we won't forget and as hell won't justify
And we'll do our best to keep memories alive

Oh the least we could do
Is dedicate one lonesome
Won't ya take this Cherokee
Oh the Cherokee
The rose

The rose