Luyện nghe bài hát Cheyenne Spirit

Out in the prairie, the dared to roam
The crying of a lone claimed they're forever gone
High in the breezing winds, an eagle to fly
For the white sake, the covenant was just a lie

Out in the flowing streams, the beaver to build
The ending ignorance, the paleface's guilt
A single tent was left lonesome in the
When the spoke the words
Murderers took off the

For all rise
spirit rise
By the grace of all your
In the hunting it flies

Chase the track and free
Eternal
Let the flutes play for a last
Ban the white man's

And they riding with their hate
And marching their greed
External
their senseless need

But stood tall in their own fate
They knew bloody way
the line of fire
Into the decay

For all rise
spirit rise
By the grace of all wisdom
In the grounds, it flies

Chase the track and ride
Eternal
Let the flutes play for a last
Ban the white man's

For all times
Cheyenne spirit
By the grace of all wisdom
In the hunting grounds, it

Chase the track and ride
Eternal
Let the flutes for a last time
Ban the white man's