Luyện nghe bài hát Indian Sunset

As I awoke this
With the smell of wood smoke
Like a gentle cobweb
Upon a painted

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

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

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

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

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

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 for the Yellow Moon
And the fathers of our
the red sun sinks in the hills of gold
And the healin' run

Tramplin' down the rose
Leavin' hoof in the sand
who wish to follow me
I welcome with my

I from passin' renegades
was dead
He'd been layin' his weapons
When they filled him of lead

Now there no reason
Why I should on
In this land that once was my
I find a home

lonely and it's quiet
And the soldiers are comin'
And I think it's time I my bow
And my senseless running

For soon find the Yellow Moon
Along with my loved
Where the buffaloes graze in fields
Without the of guns

And the red sun at last
Into the of gold
And peace to this young
Comes a bullet hole