Luyện nghe bài hát Indian Sunset

As he awoke that evening with the smell of clinging
a gentle cobweb hangin' upon a painted teepee
He went to see his 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 to the buzzards and the soldiers' guns"

Oh, father of the iroquois, ever since I was young
read the writing of the smoke 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 a chieftain's daughter mine

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

I take only what is mine; my pony, my squaw, and my
I stay 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

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

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