Luyện nghe bài hát Drums

From the Indian to the governmental school
Well, goin' 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 I've got an Indian

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

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

Let me you, Mr. Teacher
When you say, you'll me right
In five years of fighting
Not one Indian turned and there are drums

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

But now I can tell you
are burnt and dried and old
But in the shadow of telling walks
The thunder and bold and there are drums

Long and Sequoia
Handsome and Sitting Bull
There's Colorado
With his so red and full

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

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

Even now you to cheat us
though you this us tame
In our losing we proudness
In your you found shame and there are drums