Luyện nghe bài hát Pale Sun

Fifty miles from Dakota
Cheyenne scalp hangs his belt
him alone washing in the Bighorn
A aim and he bagged his game

Pale sun without contest
Here is obedient
He not return

White Cadillac, man at the wheel
faces on the mountain
Wounds that will never

"Black clouds overhead", old man
"Looks rain"
Thieves' Road winds to the Black sign
Says Dakota, U.S.A.

plains stretch to the horizon
Not a soul can be on them
They will not

Old rusted and a mad dog in the yard
Purple paint peels but fails to
The bitterness that inside

of dust in the distance
Strange knock beneath my
Is it better to words left unsaid
to have words misunderstood?

Pale sun without contest
Here is obedient
He'll return, I know he return
He'll