Luyện nghe bài hát Land of the Navajo

Oh, the blows cold
On the trail of the
Oh, the blows cold
In the land of the
In the land of the

A hundred from nowhere out on the desert sand
Jack, the trader, held some torquoise in his hand
By his sat Running Elk, his long-time Indian friend
He vowed that he would stay by Jack until the end

Jack had gambled everything he owned to lead this wandering
He have had a happy home and a tender loving wife
But his hunger was for trading furs for torquoise stone
Anything that the Indians had, Jack for his own

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Said Jack to Running Elk, I'll all my precious stones
Before I leave my here among these bleaching bones
But now my time is drawing near and I'm with dark regret
My spirit longs to as the sun begins to set

For we raped and killed, we stole your land, we with guns and knives
Fed whiskey to your warriors while we stole your wives
Said Running Elk, what's done is done, you white men rule this
So lay the cards face up and play your last hand

When you're cards with death, the joker's wild, the ace is high
Jack bid the Mississippi River, Running Elk him the sky
Jack saw him with the sun and moon and upped him the stars
Elk bet the Rocky Mountains, Jupiter, and Mars

The sun was sinking in the west when Jack drew the ace of
Running Elk rolled his eyes, he smiled and passed away
Jack up his torquoise stones and cast them to the sky
He stared into the setting sun and made a mournful cry

In the of the Navajo