Luyện nghe bài hát Cheyenne (where The Eagles Retreat)

The sun is awaking, the glow down
The has spoken, the token was found
Dance to the rhythm, the of the drum
Is shaking the mountain, the is sung
Down on the barren plain, the clouds rise again
Just like the locusts raiding our land
on the road of thieves, we watch our enemies
Hate in our hearts and 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 lies
With finery and whiskey, stolen our pride
our holy hills, the game was almost killed
Buffaloes' will never return
Smoke signals rise and sail over the trail
to the sunset the tables will turn
As the winds are free . . .
Fast as the falcon we will ride down the
to the place of the holy fight, Soldier Blue in the hail
Great told us, we won't fail, wreaking vengeance
On who came and tried to make 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
Just before the set of sun the won
The work is done--Yeah
Down on the barren plain, the killing again
Many followed, too many to stand
Our tribes are doomed to death, like the freedom's breath
Wires and stakes in the of our land
As long the are free . . .