Luyện nghe bài hát Trail of Tears

No more beautiful moons may we on our land
In the north, the scarlet talks of war
And the knives have massacred the tribe and burned corn
We're not welcome in our anymore

No more songs of the hunters on the baffalo
No smoke from sacred fires touch these hills
And the numbers of the people grow every mile
And our children will not leave the Great ways

There be a trail of tears
will be a trail of pain
And Jackson will have the and the twenty dollar bill
But for us the trail is all that will

On the streets of City
On the road to Wounded
There is whiskey for everything
But the old ones say, "There may be time learning each other
The way that it had once meant to be"

There is a trail of tears
is still a trail of pain
And Jackson has got the and the twenty dollar bill
But for us the trail of remains

And Jackson has got the Mississippi and the twenty dollar
But how long will the trail of remain?