Luyện nghe bài hát Cheyenne (where The Eagles Retreat)

The sun is awaking, the glow down
The has spoken, the token was found
to the rhythm, the beat of the drum
Is shaking the mountain, the is sung
Down on the barren plain, the clouds rise again
Just like the locusts they're our land
Down on the of thieves, we watch our enemies
Hate in our and guns in our hands
As the winds are free, the white man shall bleed
The Red destiny is up where the eagles retreat
They've broken the treaties, the were lies
With finery and whiskey, they've our pride
Plundering our holy hills, the game was killed
Buffaloes' thunder never return
Smoke signals rise and sail the iron trail
Prior to the the tables will turn
As the winds are free . . .
Fast as the falcon we will down the hills
to the place of the holy fight, Blue in the arrows' hail
Great spirit told us, we fail, wreaking vengeance
On everyone who came and to make the Red Man run
Woe betide the flood of whites that turned our
To deepest nights, you tremble and you cry for
I draw my blade and take your scalp
Just before the set of sun the won
The bloody is done--Yeah
Down on the barren plain, the killing again
Many have followed, too to stand
Our tribes are doomed to death, just the freedom's breath
and stakes in the heart of our land
As long the winds are . . .