Luyện nghe bài hát The Ballad of Ira Hayes

Gather 'round me
A story I will
About a brave Indian lad
You should well

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

Down their for a thousand years
The water rushed
Till the man stole their water rights
And the running water

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

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

Well, they battled up Iwo Hill
Two and fifty men
But only twenty-seven
To walk back again

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

Call him drunken Ira
He wont anymore
Not that whiskey drinking
Or who went to war

Well, Ira returned a hero
throughout the land
He was wined and and honored
Hell, everybody his hand

But he was a Pima Indian
No food, no friend, no
home nobody cared what Ira had did
And do the Indians dance?

Well, Ira took to hard
Jail was his home
They used to let him raise the flag
And lower it just like youd a dog a bone

And Ira drunk early one morning
All alone in the land hed fought to
Two inches of water in a ditch
Was the for Ira Hayes

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

Yeah, him drunken Ira Hayes
But his land is as dry
And his ghost, well, its lying there
In the ditch Ira died

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