Luyện nghe bài hát Indian Sunset

As I awoke this
With the smell of wood clinging
a gentle cobweb hanging
Upon a painted

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

"This I believe", I said
"I believe our warlord's dead
Oh, he not leave the chosen 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

learned to hurl the tomahawk
And ride a painted pony
To run the of the Sioux
To make a chieftain's mine

And now you ask that I should
The red race be slowly crushed
What kind of are these to hear
From Dog whom a white man fears?

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

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

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

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

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

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

For soon I'll find the Yellow
with my loved ones
Where the buffaloes in clover fields
the sound of guns

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