Luyện nghe bài hát Words of Fire, Deeds of Blood

Perhaps you think the Creator you here to dispose of us as you see fit
If I thought you were by the creator
I might be induced to you had a right to dispose of me
Do not me
But understand me fully with reference to my for the land
I never said the land was mine to do with as I
The one who has a right to of it is the one who has created it

I claim a to live on my land
And accord you the privilege to return to
we have listened to your talk
Coming from our father the great White Chief at
And my have called upon me to reply to you
And in the winds which pass through aged pines
We the moanings of their departed ghosts

And if the voice of our people could have heard
That act would never have done
But alas though they stood around could neither be seen or heard
Their tears fell drops of rain
I hear my voice in the depths of the
But no answering comes back to me
All is around me
My words therefore be few
I can now say no

He is silent for he has to answer when the sun goes down