Luyện nghe bài hát Cheyenne (where The Eagles Retreat)

The sun is awaking, the fires down
The spirit has spoken, the token was
Dance to the rhythm, the of the drum
Is the mountain, the war-song is sung
Down on the barren plain, the clouds rise again
like the locusts they're raiding our land
Down on the road of thieves, we watch our
Hate in our hearts and guns in our
As long the winds are free, the man shall bleed
The Red Man's is up where the eagles retreat
broken the treaties, the papers were lies
With finery and whiskey, they've stolen our
Plundering our holy hills, the was almost killed
Buffaloes' thunder will never
Smoke signals and sail over the iron trail
Prior to the sunset the tables turn
As long the are free . . .
Fast as the falcon we will ride down the
to the place of the holy fight, Soldier in the arrows' hail
Great told us, we won't fail, wreaking 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
before the set of sun the battle's won
The work is done--Yeah
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 in the heart of our land
As the winds are free . . .