Luyện nghe bài hát Cheyenne (where The Eagles Retreat)

The sun is awaking, the glow down
The spirit has spoken, the token was
Dance to the rhythm, the 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 watch our
in our hearts and guns in our hands
As long the winds are free, the white man bleed
The Red Man's destiny is up where the retreat
They've the treaties, the papers were lies
finery and whiskey, they've stolen our pride
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 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 spirit us, we won't fail, wreaking vengeance
On everyone who came and tried to the Red Man run
Woe betide the flood of whites that our days
To nights, you tremble and you cry for help
When I draw my and take your scalp
Just 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 many to
Our tribes are doomed to death, like the freedom's breath
and stakes in the heart of our land
As long the are free . . .