Luyện nghe bài hát Indian Sunset

As he awoke that evening with the smell of clinging
Like a cobweb 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 soon be
"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, father of the iroquois, ever since 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 gauntlet of the sioux, to make a chieftain's daughter

And now you ask that I should the red men's race be slowly 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 stay to see you die, along with my tribe's
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

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

Now seems no reason why I should carry on
In this land that once was my land I can't a home
It's lonely and it's quiet and the horse are comin'
And I it's 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 of guns
And the red sun at last into the hills of gold
And peace to this young warrior with a bullet hole!