Luyện nghe bài hát Indian Sunset

As I awoke this
With the of wood smoke clinging
Like a cobweb hanging
Upon a tepee

Oh, I went to see my
With my warlance and my
For he told us that the Yellow
Would soon be leaving

"This I believe", I said
"I believe our warlord's dead
Oh, he would not leave the ones
To the and the soldiers' guns"

Oh, Great Father of the
Ever since, I was
read the writing of the smoke
And breastfed on the of drums

I've learned to hurl the
And ride a painted pony
To run the gantlet of the
To make a chieftain's mine

And now you ask that I watch
The red man's be slowly crushed
What kind of are these to hear
From Yellow Dog a white man fears?

I only what is mine, Lord
My pony, my squaw, and my
Oh, I stay here to see you die
Along with my tribe's

I go to search for the Yellow
And the fathers of our
Where the red sun in the hills of gold
And the healin' run

down the prairie rose
Leavin' tracks in the sand
Those who wish to me
I with my hands

I from passin' renegades
Geronimo was
He'd been down his weapons
they filled him full of lead

Now there no reason
Why I should on
In this land once was my land
I can't a home

It's and it's quiet
And the horse soldiers are
And I it's time I strung my bow
And my senseless running

For soon I'll the Yellow Moon
Along with my loved
Where the buffaloes graze in fields
the sound of guns

And the red sun sinks at
Into the hills of
And to this young warrior
with a bullet hole