Luyện nghe bài hát Indian Sunset

As I awoke this
With the smell of smoke clinging
Like a gentle hanging
a painted tepee

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

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

Oh, Great of the Iroquois
Ever since, I was
I've the writing of the smoke
And breastfed on the sound of

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

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

I take what is mine, Lord
My pony, my squaw, and my
Oh, I stay here to see you die
with my tribe's pride

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

down the prairie rose
Leavin' hoof tracks in the
Those who wish to me
I welcome my hands

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

Now there seems no
Why I carry on
In this land once was my land
I can't find a

It's and it's quiet
And the horse soldiers are
And I think it's time I my bow
And ceased my running

For soon I'll the Yellow Moon
Along with my loved
Where the buffaloes in clover fields
Without the sound of

And the red sun sinks at
Into the of gold
And peace to young warrior
Comes with a hole