Luyện nghe bài hát Indian Sunset

As I awoke evening
With the smell of wood smoke
a gentle cobweb hanging
Upon a painted

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

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

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

I've to hurl the tomahawk
And ride a painted wild
To run the gantlet of the
To make a daughter mine

And now you ask that I watch
The red man's be slowly crushed
What kind of words are these to
From Yellow Dog a white man fears?

I take 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 search for the Yellow
And the of our sons
Where the red sun in the hills of gold
And the healin' run

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

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

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

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

For soon I'll find the Yellow
with my loved ones
Where the buffaloes graze in fields
the sound of guns

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