Luyện nghe bài hát Indian Sunset

As he awoke that with the smell of wood-smoke clinging
Like a gentle cobweb hangin' upon a painted
He went to see his with his war lance and his woman
For they told him the yellow moon would very soon be leaving
"oh, this I can't believe, "he said, "i won't our war lord's dead!
He would not leave the chosen ones to the and the soldiers' guns"

Oh, great father of the iroquois, since I was young
I've read the writing of the smoke and on the sound of drums
I've learned to the tomahawk and ride a painted pony wild,
To run the of the sioux, to make a chieftain's daughter mine

And now you ask that I should watch the red men's be slowly crushed?
What kind of words are these to hear from dog, whom the white man fears?

I take only is mine; my pony, my squaw, and my child
I can't stay to see you die, along with my tribe's
I go to search for the yellow moon and the of our sons
Where the red sun sinks in the of gold and the healing waters run

Tramplin' down the prairie rose, leaving hooftracks in the
Those who wish to me, I welcome with my hand
I heard passing renegades, geronimo was dead
He'd been laying down his when they filled him full of lead

Now there seems no reason why I should on
In this land that once was my land I can't find a
lonely and it's quiet and the horse soldiers are comin'
And I think time I strung my bow and ceased my senseless running
For now I'll find the yellow moon along with my ones
Where the buff'loes graze in the clover fields without the sound of
And the red sun sinks at last the hills of gold
And peace to this young comes with a bullet hole!