Luyện nghe bài hát Indian Sunset

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

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

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

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

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 man's race be slowly
What kind of words are these to
From Yellow Dog a white man fears?

I only what is mine, Lord
My pony, my squaw, and my
Oh, I stay here to see you die
Along with my pride

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

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

I heard from passin'
was dead
He'd been layin' his weapons
When filled him full of lead

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

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

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

And the red sun sinks at
the hills of gold
And to this young warrior
Comes with a hole