Luyện nghe bài hát Indian Sunset

As he awoke evening 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 that the yellow moon very soon be leaving
"oh, this I can't believe, "he said, "i won't believe our war dead!
He would not leave the ones to the buzzards and the soldiers' guns"

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

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

I take only 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 search for the yellow moon and the of our sons
Where the red sun sinks in the hills of and the healing waters run

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

Now there seems no why I should carry on
In this land that 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 time I strung my bow and ceased my senseless
For now I'll find the yellow moon along with my loved
Where the buff'loes graze in the clover fields without the of guns
And the red sun sinks at last into the hills of
And peace to this young comes with a bullet hole!