Luyện nghe bài hát Trail of Tears

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

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

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

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

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

And has got the Mississippi and the twenty dollar bill
But how long will the trail of tears