Luyện nghe bài hát Indian Sunset

As I this evening
With the smell of smoke clinging
Like a gentle cobweb
Upon a tepee

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

"This I believe", I said
"I believe our warlord's dead
Oh, he would not leave the ones
To the and the soldiers' guns"

Oh, Great Father of the
Ever since, I was
I've the writing of the smoke
And breastfed on the sound of

I've to hurl the tomahawk
And ride a painted pony
To run the of the Sioux
To make a daughter mine

And now you ask I should watch
The red man's race be slowly
What kind of words are to hear
From Yellow Dog whom a white man

I take only what is mine,
My pony, my squaw, and my
Oh, I stay here to see you die
Along my tribe's pride

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

Tramplin' the prairie rose
Leavin' hoof in the sand
Those who wish to me
I welcome with my

I from passin' renegades
Geronimo was
He'd layin' down his weapons
When filled him full of lead

Now there seems no
Why I carry on
In this land that once was my
I can't find a

lonely and it's quiet
And the horse soldiers are
And I think it's time I my bow
And ceased my senseless

For soon I'll find the Yellow
Along my loved ones
Where the buffaloes graze in fields
the sound of guns

And the red sun at last
the hills of gold
And peace to this warrior
Comes with a hole