Luyện nghe bài hát Indian Summer

Gaze upon the
The sky cracks wide
clouds filled with lightning
As thunder is
Day of on us
The white dogs come
down by lies
Their forked are talking

Fires burn the
Herds of thinning down
Spirits carry my body the divide
Armies raiding the
Blood of spilling out
Days of Indian return
to die

Round us up like
And lead us to the
Spreading your
With wiskey water
Tribal dying
Remind us of our
Justice will be
When our are reclaimed

On and on and on and on
We go
To live day
To our
We