Luyện nghe bài hát Words of Fire, Deeds of Blood

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

I claim a right to on my land
And accord you the to return to yours
Brother we have listened to talk
Coming from our father the White Chief at Washington
And my people have called me to reply to you
And in the winds pass through these aged pines
We hear the moanings of their departed

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

He is for he has nothing to answer when the sun goes down