Luyện nghe bài hát Land of the Navajo

Oh, the wind blows
On the trail of the
Oh, the wind cold
In the of the Navajo
In the of the Navajo

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

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

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

For we and killed, we stole your land, we ruled 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 this land
So lay the cards face up and play your last hand

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

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

In the land of the