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

Jack had gambled he owned to lead this wandering life
He might have had a happy home and a tender loving
But his hunger was for trading trapper's furs for stone
Anything that the had, Jack wanted for his own

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

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

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

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

In the land of the