Luyện nghe bài hát Indian Sunset

As I awoke evening
With the smell of wood clinging
Like a cobweb hanging
a painted tepee

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

"This I believe", I said
"I can't our warlord's 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 learned to hurl the
And ride a painted pony
To run the gantlet of the
To make a daughter mine

And now you ask that I should
The red man's be slowly crushed
What of words are these to hear
From Dog whom 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
with my tribe's pride

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

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

I heard from passin'
Geronimo was
He'd layin' down his weapons
they filled him full of lead

Now seems no reason
Why I should on
In this land once was my land
I find a home

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

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

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