Luyện nghe bài hát Indian Sunset

As he awoke that evening the smell of wood-smoke clinging
Like a gentle cobweb upon a painted teepee
He went to see his chieftain with his war lance and his
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 buzzards and the guns"

Oh, great father of the iroquois, ever since I was
I've the writing of the smoke and breast-fed on the sound of drums
learned to hurl the tomahawk and ride a painted pony wild,
To run the gauntlet of the sioux, to make a chieftain's mine

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

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

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

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