Luyện nghe bài hát Trail of Tears

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

No songs of the hunters on the baffalo plain
No more smoke sacred fires touch these hills
And the numbers of the people fewer every mile
And our children not leave the Great Spirit's ways

There will be a trail of
There be a trail of pain
And Jackson will have the Mississippi and the twenty 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 from each
The way it had once been meant to be"

There is still a of tears
There is still a of pain
And has got the Mississippi 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 of tears remain?