Luyện nghe bài hát Pale Sun

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

Pale sun without contest
Here is darkness
He not return

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

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

Grass plains stretch to the
Not a soul can be found on
will not return

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

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

Pale sun falls contest
Here is obedient
He'll return, I know he return
He'll