Luyện nghe bài hát Indian Sunset

As he that evening with the smell of wood-smoke clinging
Like a gentle cobweb hangin' upon a painted
He went to see his chieftain with his war lance and his
For they him that the yellow moon would very soon be leaving
"oh, this I can't believe, "he said, "i believe our war lord's dead!
He would not leave the chosen to the buzzards and the soldiers' guns"

Oh, great father of the iroquois, ever I was young
I've read the of the smoke and breast-fed on the sound of drums
I've learned to hurl the tomahawk and ride a pony wild,
To run the of the sioux, to make a chieftain's daughter mine

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

I take what is mine; my pony, my squaw, and my child
I stay to see you die, along with my tribe's pride
I go to search for the moon and the fathers of our sons
Where the red sun sinks in the hills of and the healing waters run

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

Now there seems no reason why I should on
In this that 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 time 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 last the hills of gold
And peace to this young comes with a bullet hole!