Luyện nghe bài hát Indian Sunset

As I this evening
With the smell of wood smoke
Like a cobweb hanging
a painted tepee

Oh, I went to see my
With my and my woman
For he told us that the Yellow
Would soon 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, Great Father of the
Ever since, I was
I've read the of the smoke
And breastfed on the of drums

I've learned to hurl the
And ride a 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 race be slowly
What kind of words are these to
From 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 my tribe's pride

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

Tramplin' the prairie rose
Leavin' hoof in the sand
Those who wish to me
I welcome with my

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

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

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

For soon I'll find the Moon
Along with my ones
Where the graze in clover fields
the sound of guns

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