Luyện nghe bài hát Pale Sun

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

Pale sun falls without
is obedient darkness
He not return

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

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

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

Old rusted pickup and a mad dog in the
Purple peels but fails to reveal
The that grows inside

Cloud of in the distance
Strange knock my hood
Is it better to have words unsaid
Than to words misunderstood?

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