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 sent by the
I might be induced to think you had a to dispose of me
Do not me
But me fully with reference to my affection for the land
I never said the was mine to do with as I choose
The one who has a right to of it is the one who has created it

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

And if the voice of our people have been heard
That act would have been done
But though they stood around they could neither be seen or heard
Their tears like drops of rain
I hear my voice in the of the forest
But no answering comes back to me
All is around me
My words must be few
I can now say no

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