Luyện nghe bài hát Cheyenne (where The Eagles Retreat)

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