Luyện nghe bài hát Indian Sunset

As he awoke evening with the smell of wood-smoke 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 soon be leaving
"oh, this I can't believe, "he said, "i won't believe our war dead!
He not leave the chosen ones to the buzzards 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 learned to hurl the tomahawk and ride a pony wild,
To run the gauntlet of the sioux, to a chieftain's daughter mine

And now you ask that I should the red men's race be slowly crushed?
What kind of are these to hear from yellow 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, with my tribe's pride
I go to search for the yellow moon and the fathers of our
Where the red sun sinks in the of gold and the healing waters run

Tramplin' down the prairie rose, hooftracks in the sand
Those who to follow me, I welcome with my hand
I heard passing renegades, geronimo was dead
He'd been laying his weapons when they 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 soldiers are comin'
And I think it's I strung my bow and ceased my senseless running
For now I'll find the yellow moon along my loved ones
Where the graze 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 comes with a bullet hole!