Luyện nghe bài hát Indian Sunset

As I awoke evening
With the of wood smoke clinging
Like a cobweb hanging
Upon a painted

Oh, I went to see my
With my warlance and my
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 leave the chosen
To the buzzards and the guns"

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

learned to hurl the tomahawk
And ride a pony wild
To run the of the Sioux
To make a daughter mine

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

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

I go to for the Yellow Moon
And the fathers of our
Where the red sun sinks in the hills of
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
was dead
He'd been layin' down his
When they filled him of lead

Now seems no reason
Why I should on
In this that once was my land
I find a home

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

For soon I'll find the Yellow
Along with my ones
Where the buffaloes graze in clover
Without the sound of

And the red sun sinks at
the hills of gold
And peace to this young
Comes with a bullet