Luyện nghe bài hát Apache Tears

Hoof prints and prints, deep ruts the wagons made
The victor and the loser came by
No head stones, but these bones bring the mascalero death
See the smooth black nuggets by the lying here
Petrified, but are these apache tears

Dead grass, dry roots, hunger crying in the
Ghost of broken and laws are here
And who saw the squaw, they judged by their whiskey law
Tortured till she of pain and fear
Where the lay her back, are the black apache tears

The young men, the old men, the and the innocent
Bled red blood and chilled alike with
The red men, the white men, no ever took this land
So raise the dust when you pass here
They're sleeping and in my keeping are apache tears