Luyện nghe bài hát Little Big Horn

Hey, Mr. Custer, why do you the hand of fate?
The claw of waits to grave
A medal, your honor idolized
Your is stone, your blood is iced

rifle fire
Blowing your away
The are running hot
What a painful day

Last at little big horn
The of death was waiting
To the soldier blue away

Last fight at little big
the last command was given
And all the fought in vain

The soldiers are riding, for the attack
A of death, the shotguns crack
The is flowing, the desert sand turns red
Why did you them to this trap?

Ceaseless rifle
Blowing dreams away
The are running hot
What a painful day

Last fight at little big
The hand of was waiting
To take the soldier blue

fight at little big horn
Where the last command was
And all the soldiers fought in vain, oh little big

Ceaseless fire
Blowing dreams away
The barrels are hot
What a bloody day

Last fight at big horn
The of death was waiting
To take the soldier away

Last at little big horn
the last command was given
And all the soldiers in vain

Last fight at little big
The hand of death was
To take the soldier blue

fight at little big horn
Where the last command was
And all the soldiers fought in vain, oh little big