Luyện nghe bài hát Indian Sunset

As I awoke this
the smell of wood smoke clinging
Like a gentle cobweb
Upon a tepee

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

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

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

learned to hurl the tomahawk
And ride a pony wild
To run the gantlet of the
To a chieftain's daughter mine

And now you ask I should watch
The red man's race be slowly
What kind of words are these to
From Yellow Dog whom a man fears?

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

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

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

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

Now seems no reason
Why I should on
In land that once was my land
I can't a home

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

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

And the red sun at last
the hills of gold
And peace to young warrior
with a bullet hole