Luyện nghe bài hát Indian Sunset

As I awoke this
With the smell of wood smoke
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 soon be leaving

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

Oh, Father of the Iroquois
Ever since, I was
I've read the of the smoke
And on the sound of drums

I've learned to hurl the
And a painted pony wild
To run the of the Sioux
To make a chieftain's mine

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

For soon I'll find the Moon
Along with my ones
the buffaloes graze in clover fields
Without the sound of

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