Luyện nghe bài hát Indian Sunset

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

Oh, great father of the iroquois, ever I was young
I've read the writing of the smoke and on the sound of drums
I've to hurl 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 the red men's race be slowly crushed?
kind of words are these to hear from yellow dog, whom the white man fears?

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

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

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