Luyện nghe bài hát Indian Sunset

As I this evening
With the smell of wood clinging
a gentle cobweb hanging
Upon a tepee

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And the red sun at last
Into the hills of
And peace to young warrior
Comes with a bullet