Luyện nghe bài hát The Ballad of Ira Hayes

Gather 'round me
A I will tell
About a brave Indian lad
You remember well

From a tribe of Indians
A proud and band
They farmed the Phoenix
Out in Arizona

Down ditches for a thousand years
The water rushed
Till the white man stole water rights
And the running hushed

Iras was hungry
Their fields grew thick with
But war came Ira volunteered
And the white mans greed

him drunken Ira Hayes
He answer anymore
Not that whiskey Indian
Or Marine who to war

Well, they battled up Iwo Jima
Two and fifty men
But twenty-seven lived
To back down again

And after the was over
And Old Glory raised
the men who held her high
Stood an Indian, Ira

him drunken Ira Hayes
He wont anymore
Not that drinking Indian
Or Marine who to war

Well, Ira Hayes returned a
Celebrated throughout the
He was and speeched and honored
Hell, shook his hand

But he was just a Indian
No food, no friend, no
Back home cared what Ira had did
And when do the dance?

Well, Ira took to hard
often was his home
They used to let him the flag there
And lower it like youd throw a dog a bone

And Ira drunk early one morning
All in the land hed fought to save
Two of water in a lonely ditch
Was the grave for Ira

Call him Ira Hayes
He answer anymore
Not that drinking Indian
Or who went to war

Yeah, call him Ira Hayes
But his land is as dry
And his ghost, well, its lying thirsty
In the where Ira died

him drunken Ira Hayes
He wont answer
Not whiskey drinking Indian
Or Marine who to war