Luyện nghe bài hát Drums

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

And there are drums the mountain
Indian drums you can't hear
There are beyond the mountain
And they're getting near

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

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

Well, you thought that I knew
When you brought me here to
Just another empty
Just America's fool

But now I can you stories
are burnt and dried and old
But in the shadow of their walks
The thunder proud and and there are drums

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

Crazy Horse, the
who bit off Custer's soul
They are dead yet they are
With the Geronimo and there are drums

Well, you may teach me this history
But we taught it to you
We your hearts and bent your journeys
Broken treaties left us

now you have to cheat us
Even though you this us
In our we found proudness
In winning you found shame and there are drums