Luyện nghe bài hát The Heart Of The Appaloosa

From the land of shooting waters to the peaks of the Coeur
in the forest, elk grazing on the plain
The People of the Coyote made camp along the streams
Of the green Valley when fences had no name.
And bred a strain of horses, the treasure of the tribe
Who could on a ridge or gallop up a mountainside
Who haul the hunter's burden, turn a buffalo stampede
The that 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 of the Appaloosa never died.
In the winter came the crowned ones near in the cold
Bringing firearms and spyglasses and a book saves the soul
The gave them welcome, nursed them till their strenght returned
And studied the paper, its mysteries to learn.
In the shadow of the mission 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 Washington: remove the Indian.

The chief 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 barren and stone
We shall fight them if we must, but we will another home."
They fled into the Bitterroot, an army at heels
They fought at White Bird Canyon, they at Misery Hill
Till the colonel saw his strategy and sent the down
To kill the Appaloosa it be found.

Twelve miles retreating, three times over the Divide
The horse their only safety, their ally
Three thousand Appaloosas perishod with the
The people and the horses dying by side.
Thunder Rolling in the Mountains said, "my heart is 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, malaria ran
But more died of broken hearts far the land that gave them life
And the man once called at death was heard to say
"We have up our horses. They have gone away."
But sometimes without warning from a domestic herd
A spotted horse of spirit will emerge
Strong it is and fearless and on a hill
for thunder, the Appaloosa's living still.