Luyện nghe bài hát Trail of Tears

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

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

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

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

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

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