Luyện nghe bài hát Indian Sunset

As he awoke that evening with the smell of wood-smoke
Like a gentle cobweb hangin' upon a painted
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 believe our war lord's dead!
He not leave 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 and breast-fed 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 make a chieftain's mine

And now you ask that I watch the red men's race be slowly crushed?
What kind of words are these to hear from yellow dog, 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 my tribe's pride
I go to search for the yellow 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, hooftracks in the sand
Those who wish to follow me, I welcome my hand
I heard passing renegades, geronimo was dead
He'd been laying down his weapons when they filled him of lead

Now there seems no why I should carry on
In this land 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 I strung my bow and ceased my senseless running
For now I'll find the moon along with my loved ones
Where the graze in the clover fields without the sound of guns
And the red sun sinks at into the hills of gold
And peace to this young warrior comes with a hole!