Luyện nghe bài hát Indian Sunset

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

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

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

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

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

Now seems no reason 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 horse are comin'
And I think it's time I my bow and ceased my senseless running
For now I'll find the moon along with my loved ones
Where the 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!