Luyện nghe bài hát Land of the Navajo

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

A miles from nowhere 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 stay by Jack until the bitter end

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

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Said to Running Elk, I'll gamble 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 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 we stole away your wives
Said Running Elk, what's done is done, you white men rule land
So lay the cards face up and play your last broken-hearted

When you're dealing 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 with the
Elk bet the Rocky Mountains, Jupiter, and Mars

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

In the of the Navajo