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 learning very quickly for learned to be ashamed
And I come when they Billy though I've got an Indian name

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

And when they that they'd changed me
Cut my hair to meet their
Will they think, I'm or Indian
blood or just half breed

Let me tell you, Mr.
you say, you'll make me right
In hundred years of fighting
Not one Indian turned and there are drums

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

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

Long Pine and
Handsome Lake and Sitting
There's Magnus
his sleeves so red and full

Crazy Horse, the
who bit off Custer's soul
They are yet they are living
the great 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 left us cursed

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