Luyện nghe bài hát Indian Sunset

As he that evening with 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 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 the chosen ones 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 learned to hurl the tomahawk and a painted pony wild,
To run the gauntlet of the sioux, to a chieftain's daughter mine

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

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

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

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