Luyện nghe bài hát Indian Sunset

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

Oh, I went to see my
my warlance and my woman
For he us that the Yellow Moon
Would soon be leaving

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

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

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

And now you ask that I should
The red race be slowly crushed
What of words are these to hear
Yellow Dog whom a white man fears?

I take only what is mine,
My pony, my squaw, and my
Oh, I stay 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 of gold
And the waters run

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

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

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

It's lonely and quiet
And the soldiers are comin'
And I think it's I strung my bow
And ceased my running

For I'll find the Yellow Moon
Along with my ones
Where the buffaloes graze in fields
Without the of guns

And the red sun at last
the hills of gold
And peace to young warrior
Comes a bullet hole