Luyện nghe bài hát Cheyenne (where The Eagles Retreat)

The sun is awaking, the fires glow
The spirit has spoken, the was found
Dance to the rhythm, the of the drum
Is shaking the mountain, the is sung
Down on the barren plain, the dust rise again
Just like the locusts they're our land
Down on the road of thieves, we watch our
in our hearts and guns in our hands
As long the winds are free, the white man shall
The Red Man's destiny is up the eagles retreat
They've broken the treaties, the papers were
With finery and whiskey, stolen our pride
Plundering our hills, the game was almost killed
Buffaloes' thunder never return
Smoke signals and sail over the iron trail
Prior to the sunset the tables will
As long the are free . . .
Fast as the falcon we will ride down the
to the of the holy fight, Soldier Blue in the arrows' hail
Great spirit us, we won't fail, wreaking vengeance
On who came and tried to make the Red Man run
Woe betide the flood of whites turned our days
To deepest nights, you tremble and you cry for
When I draw my blade and take scalp
Just before the set of sun the won
The bloody work is
Down on the barren plain, the killing starts
Many have followed, too to stand
Our tribes are doomed to death, just like the breath
and stakes in the heart of our land
As long the winds are . . .