Luyện nghe bài hát Indian Sunset

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

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

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

I take only 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
Where the red sun sinks in the hills of gold and the healing run

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

Now there seems no why I should carry on
In land that once was my land I can't find a home
It's lonely and it's quiet and the soldiers are comin'
And I think time I strung my bow and ceased my senseless running
For now I'll find the yellow moon along with my loved
the buff'loes graze in the clover fields without the sound of guns
And the red sun sinks at last the hills of gold
And peace to this warrior comes with a bullet hole!