Luyện nghe bài hát Indian Sunset

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

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

"This I believe", I said
"I can't believe our dead
Oh, he would not leave the chosen
To the and the soldiers' guns"

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

I've to hurl the tomahawk
And a painted pony wild
To run the gantlet of the
To make a chieftain's daughter

And now you ask I should watch
The red race be slowly crushed
What kind of words are these to
From 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 my tribe's pride

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

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

I heard passin' renegades
was dead
He'd been layin' down his
they filled him full of lead

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

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

For soon I'll the Yellow Moon
with my loved ones
Where the buffaloes graze in clover
Without the of guns

And the red sun at last
Into the hills of
And to this young warrior
Comes with a hole