Luyện nghe bài hát Cheyenne (where The Eagles Retreat)

The sun is awaking, the fires 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 dust clouds again
like the locusts they're raiding our land
Down on the road of thieves, we our enemies
Hate in our and guns in our hands
As long the are free, the white man shall bleed
The Red Man's destiny is up where the retreat
broken the treaties, the papers were lies
With and whiskey, they've stolen our pride
Plundering our hills, the game was almost killed
Buffaloes' thunder will return
Smoke signals rise and sail over the iron
Prior to the sunset the tables turn
As the winds are free . . .
Fast as the falcon we ride down the hills
to the place of the holy fight, Soldier in the arrows' hail
Great spirit told us, we won't fail, wreaking
On everyone who came and tried to the Red Man run
Woe the flood of whites that turned our days
To deepest nights, you tremble and you cry for
When I draw my blade and your scalp
before the set of sun the battle's won
The bloody is done--Yeah
on the barren plain, the killing starts again
Many have followed, too many to
Our tribes are doomed to death, just the freedom's breath
Wires and in the heart of our land
As the winds are free . . .