Luyện nghe bài hát Pale Sun

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

sun falls without contest
Here is darkness
He will not

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

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

Grass stretch to the horizon
Not a soul can be on them
They not return

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

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

Pale sun falls contest
Here is darkness
He'll return, I he will return
He'll