Luyện nghe bài hát Indian Sunset

As I this evening
the smell of wood smoke clinging
Like a cobweb hanging
Upon a painted

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

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

Oh, Father of the Iroquois
Ever since, I was
read the writing of the smoke
And breastfed on the of drums

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

And now you ask that I should
The red race be slowly crushed
What kind of words are these to
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
Along with my pride

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

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

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

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

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

For soon find the Yellow Moon
Along my loved ones
Where the buffaloes in clover fields
Without the of guns

And the red sun sinks at
Into the of gold
And peace to this young
Comes with a bullet