Luyện nghe bài hát Indian Sunset

As he awoke that with the smell of wood-smoke clinging
Like a gentle hangin' upon a painted teepee
He to see his chieftain with his war lance and his woman
For told him that the yellow moon would very soon be leaving
"oh, this I believe, "he said, "i won't believe 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 breast-fed on the of drums
I've to hurl the tomahawk and ride a painted pony wild,
To run the gauntlet of the sioux, to make a chieftain's daughter

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

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

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

Now there no reason why I should carry on
In this land that once was my land I find a home
It's and it's quiet and the horse soldiers are comin'
And I think it's I strung my bow and ceased my senseless running
For now I'll find the moon along with my loved ones
Where the buff'loes graze in the clover fields the sound of guns
And the red sun sinks at into the hills of gold
And peace to this young warrior with a bullet hole!