Luyện nghe bài hát Cheyenne (where The Eagles Retreat)

The sun is awaking, the fires down
The spirit has spoken, the was found
Dance to the rhythm, the of the drum
Is shaking the mountain, the war-song is
Down on the plain, the dust clouds rise again
Just like the locusts they're raiding our
Down on the road of thieves, we watch our
Hate in our hearts and guns in our
As the winds are free, the white man shall bleed
The Red Man's destiny is up where the retreat
They've the treaties, the papers were lies
With finery and whiskey, they've our pride
Plundering our hills, the game was almost killed
Buffaloes' thunder will never
Smoke signals rise and sail over the trail
Prior to the sunset the will turn
As the winds are free . . .
Fast as the falcon we ride down the hills
to the place of the fight, Soldier Blue in the arrows' hail
Great spirit told us, we won't fail, vengeance
On everyone who came and to make the Red Man run
Woe betide the flood of that turned our days
To deepest nights, you tremble and you cry for
When I my blade and take your scalp
Just before the set of sun the won
The bloody work is
Down on the barren plain, the starts again
Many followed, too many to stand
Our tribes are to death, just like the freedom's breath
Wires and stakes in the of our land
As the winds are free . . .