Luyện nghe bài hát The Heart Of The Appaloosa

From the land of shooting to the peaks of the Coeur d'Alene
Thimbleberries in the forest, elk on the plain
The People of the Coyote made their along the streams
Of the green Valley when fences had no name.
And they bred a of horses, the treasure of the tribe
Who could on a ridge or gallop up a mountainside
Who could haul the hunter's burden, turn a buffalo
The horse wore the spotted coat was born with matchless speed.

Thunder in the Mountains
Lead the People across the Great
There's blood on the snow in the hills of
But the heart of the Appaloosa died.
In the winter came the crowned near frozen in the cold
Bringing firearms and spyglasses and a book that saves the
The gave them welcome, nursed them till their strenght returned
And the talking paper, its mysteries to learn.
In the of the mission sprang up farms and squatter towns
The plain was lined fences, the plow blade split the ground
In the shallows of the Clearwater glittered in the pan
And the word would come from remove the Indian.

The chief spoke to the People in his anger and his
"I am no Chief Joseph. Rolling Thunder is my name.
condemn us to a wasteland of barren soil and stone
We shall fight them if we must, but we find another home."
They fled into the Bitterroot, an at their heels
They at White Bird Canyon, they fought at Misery Hill
Till the colonel saw his strategy and the order down
To the Appaloosa wherever it be found.

Twelve miles retreating, three times over the Divide
The horse only safety, their only ally
Three thousand Appaloosas with the tribe
The people and the horses side by side.
Thunder in the Mountains said, "my heart is sick and sad.
Our children now are freezing. The old are dead.
The hunger our spirit. Our wounds are deep and sore.
From where the sun now I shal fight no more."

They were sent to Oklahoma, ran rife
But more of broken hearts far from the land that gave them life
And the man once Joseph at death was heard to say
"We have given up our horses. They gone away."
But without warning from a dull domestic herd
A horse of spirit wondrous will emerge
Strong it is and and nimble on a hill
Listening for thunder, the living still.