Luyện nghe bài hát Indian Sunset

As I this evening
the smell of wood smoke clinging
Like a gentle cobweb
a painted tepee

Oh, I to see my chieftain
With my warlance and my
For he us that the Yellow Moon
Would very be leaving

"This I can't believe", I
"I can't believe our dead
Oh, he not leave the chosen ones
To the buzzards and the guns"

Oh, Great of the Iroquois
since, I was young
I've read the writing of the
And on the sound of drums

learned to hurl the tomahawk
And a painted pony wild
To run the gantlet of the
To make a chieftain's mine

And now you ask that I should
The red man's race be crushed
What kind of words are to hear
From Yellow Dog a white man fears?

I only what is mine, Lord
My pony, my squaw, and my
Oh, I can't stay to see you die
Along with my tribe's

I go to search for the Moon
And the fathers of our
Where the red sun sinks in the hills of
And the waters run

down the prairie rose
Leavin' tracks in the sand
Those who wish to me
I welcome my hands

I heard from renegades
Geronimo was
He'd been layin' his weapons
When they him full of lead

Now there seems no
Why I carry on
In land that once was my land
I find a home

It's and it's quiet
And the horse soldiers are
And I it's time I strung my bow
And my senseless running

For soon I'll find the Yellow
with my loved ones
Where the buffaloes graze in fields
Without the sound of

And the red sun at last
Into the hills of
And peace to young warrior
with a bullet hole