Luyện nghe bài hát Indian Sunset

As he awoke evening with the smell of wood-smoke clinging
Like a gentle 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 be leaving
"oh, this I can't believe, "he said, "i won't believe our war dead!
He would not 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 the tomahawk and ride a painted pony wild,
To run the gauntlet of the sioux, to make a daughter mine

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

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

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

Now there seems no reason why I carry on
In this land that once was my I can't find a home
It's lonely and it's 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 moon along with my loved ones
Where the buff'loes graze in the clover fields without the sound of
And the red sun sinks at last into the of gold
And to this young warrior comes with a bullet hole!