Luyện nghe bài hát Indian Sunset

As he awoke that evening the smell of wood-smoke clinging
Like a gentle cobweb hangin' a painted teepee
He to see his chieftain with his war lance and his woman
For they told him that the yellow would very soon be leaving
"oh, I can't believe, "he said, "i won't believe our war lord's 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 of the smoke and breast-fed on the sound of drums
learned to hurl 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 are these to hear from yellow dog, whom the white man fears?

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

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

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