Luyện nghe bài hát The Heart Of The Appaloosa

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

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

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

Twelve hundred miles retreating, three times the Divide
The horse their only safety, their ally
Three thousand Appaloosas perishod the tribe
The people and the horses dying 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.
where the sun now stands I shal fight no more."

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