Luyện nghe bài hát Indian Sunset

As he awoke that evening with the smell of clinging
Like a gentle cobweb hangin' a painted teepee
He went to see his chieftain with his war and his woman
For they told him that the yellow moon would very be leaving
"oh, this I believe, "he said, "i won't believe our war lord's dead!
He would not leave the chosen ones to the and the soldiers' guns"

Oh, great of the iroquois, ever since I was young
read the writing of the smoke and breast-fed on the sound of drums
I've to hurl the tomahawk and ride a painted pony wild,
To run the of the sioux, to make a chieftain's daughter mine

And now you ask that I should watch the red race be slowly crushed?
What kind of words are these to hear from yellow dog, the white man fears?

I only what is mine; my pony, my squaw, and my child
I can't stay to see you die, with my tribe's pride
I go to for the yellow moon and the fathers of our sons
the red sun sinks in the hills of gold and the healing waters run

Tramplin' the prairie rose, leaving hooftracks in the sand
Those who wish to follow me, I welcome my hand
I from passing renegades, geronimo was dead
He'd been laying down his weapons when they him full of lead

Now there seems no reason why I carry on
In this land that once was my land I can't a home
lonely and it's quiet and the horse soldiers are comin'
And I think it's time I my bow and ceased my senseless running
For now I'll find the yellow along with my loved ones
Where the buff'loes graze in the clover fields the sound of guns
And the red sun sinks at into the hills of gold
And peace to young warrior comes with a bullet hole!