Luyện nghe bài hát Indian Sunset

As I awoke evening
With the smell of wood clinging
Like a cobweb hanging
Upon a painted

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

"This I believe", I said
"I can't believe our warlord's
Oh, he would not the chosen ones
To the buzzards and the guns"

Oh, Great Father of the
since, I was young
I've read the of the smoke
And breastfed on the of drums

I've learned to the tomahawk
And a painted pony wild
To run the gantlet of the
To a chieftain's daughter mine

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

I only what is mine, Lord
My pony, my squaw, and my
Oh, I can't here to see you die
Along with my pride

I go to search for the Moon
And the of our sons
Where the red sun sinks in the hills of
And the healin' run

Tramplin' down the rose
hoof tracks in the sand
Those who wish to me
I welcome my hands

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

Now seems no reason
Why I carry on
In this land that was my land
I find a home

It's lonely and it's
And the soldiers are comin'
And I it's time I strung my bow
And ceased my senseless

For soon I'll find the Yellow
Along with my ones
the buffaloes graze in clover fields
Without the of guns

And the red sun sinks at
the hills of gold
And peace to this young
with a bullet hole