Luyện nghe bài hát Pale Sun

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

sun falls without contest
Here is darkness
He not return

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

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

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

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

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

Pale sun falls without
is obedient darkness
He'll return, I know he return
He'll