Luyện nghe bài hát Indian Sunset

As I awoke evening
With the of wood smoke clinging
Like a cobweb hanging
Upon a painted

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

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

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

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

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

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

I go to search for the Yellow
And the fathers of our
Where the red sun in the hills of gold
And the healin' run

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

I from passin' renegades
Geronimo was
been layin' down his weapons
When they filled him of lead

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

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

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

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