Luyện nghe bài hát Land of the Navajo

Oh, the wind cold
On the of the buffalo
Oh, the blows cold
In the land of the
In the land of the

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

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

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

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

When you're dealing cards death, the joker's wild, the ace is high
Jack bid the River, Running Elk raised 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 the ace of spades
Running Elk just his eyes, he smiled and passed away
Jack picked up his torquoise stones and them to the sky
He stared into the sun and then made a mournful cry

In the of the Navajo