Luyện nghe bài hát Drums

From the reservation to the governmental school
Well, they're to educate me to the white men's Golden Rule
And I'm learning quickly for I've learned to be ashamed
And I come when they call Billy though got an Indian name

And there are drums beyond the
Indian that you can't hear
are drums beyond the mountain
And getting mighty near

And they think that they'd changed me
Cut my hair to their needs
they think, I'm white or Indian
Quarter or just half breed

Let me you, Mr. Teacher
When you say, make me right
In five hundred years of
Not one turned white and there are drums

Well, you thought that I nothing
you brought me here to school
Just another Indian
America's first fool

But now I can tell you
That are and dried and old
But in the shadow of their telling
The proud and bold and there are drums

Long and Sequoia
Handsome and Sitting Bull
There's Magnus
With his sleeves so red and

Horse, the legend
Those who bit off soul
They are yet they are living
With the great Geronimo and there are

Well, you may teach me land's history
But we it to you first
We broke your and bent your journeys
Broken left us cursed

Even now you have to us
Even though you us tame
In our losing we proudness
In your winning you found shame and there are