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 grazing on the
The People of the Coyote made camp along the streams
Of the Wallowa Valley when fences had no name.
And bred 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 buffalo
The horse wore the spotted coat was born with matchless speed.

Thunder in the Mountains
Lead the across the Great Divide
There's blood on the snow in the hills of
But the heart of the Appaloosa died.
In the winter came the crowned ones near in the cold
Bringing firearms and spyglasses and a book that the soul
The people gave them welcome, nursed them till their returned
And studied the paper, its mysteries to learn.
In the shadow of the mission up farms and squatter towns
The plain was lined with fences, the blade split the ground
In the shallows of the Clearwater gold in the pan
And the word would come Washington: remove the Indian.

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

Twelve miles retreating, three times over the Divide
The horse only safety, their only 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 take our spirit. Our are deep and sore.
From where the sun now stands I fight no more."

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