Luyện nghe bài hát The Heart Of The Appaloosa

From the of shooting waters to the peaks of the Coeur d'Alene
Thimbleberries in the forest, elk grazing on the
The People of the Coyote their camp along the streams
Of the Wallowa Valley when fences had no name.
And they bred a strain of horses, the treasure of the
Who could toe-dance on a ridge or up a mountainside
Who could haul the hunter's burden, a buffalo stampede
The horse that the spotted coat was born with matchless speed.

Thunder Rolling in the
Lead the People across the Great
There's blood on the snow in the of Idaho
But the heart of the never died.
In the winter came the crowned ones frozen in the cold
Bringing and spyglasses and a book that saves the soul
The people gave them welcome, nursed them till their returned
And the talking paper, its mysteries to learn.
In the shadow of the mission sprang up and squatter towns
The plain was lined with fences, the plow blade split the
In the of the Clearwater gold glittered in the pan
And the word would come from remove the Indian.

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

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

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