Luyện nghe bài hát The Heart Of The Appaloosa

From the land of shooting waters to the peaks of the Coeur
Thimbleberries in the forest, elk on the plain
The of the Coyote made their camp along the streams
Of the green Wallowa Valley when had no name.
And they bred a strain of horses, the treasure of the
Who could toe-dance on a ridge or gallop up a
Who could haul the hunter's burden, turn a buffalo
The horse that wore the spotted was born with matchless speed.

Thunder in the Mountains
Lead the People across the Great
blood on the snow in the hills of Idaho
But the heart of the never 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 shadow of the mission up farms and squatter towns
The plain was lined with fences, the plow blade the ground
In the of the Clearwater gold glittered in the pan
And the word come from Washington: remove the Indian.

The chief 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 soil and
We shall fight if we must, but we will find another home."
fled into the Bitterroot, an army at their heels
They fought at White Canyon, they fought at Misery Hill
Till the saw his strategy and sent the order down
To the Appaloosa wherever it be found.

Twelve miles retreating, three times over the Divide
The horse their safety, their only ally
thousand Appaloosas perishod 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 stands I fight no more."

They were sent to Oklahoma, malaria ran
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 gone away."
But sometimes without warning from a domestic herd
A spotted horse of spirit wondrous emerge
Strong it is and fearless and nimble on a
for thunder, the Appaloosa's living still.