Luyện nghe bài hát Big Chief Woolley Bosher

In the land they the west
On the prarie's crest
Lived a great man and his
And he led them to graves

Big chief plays baby son
The work of the indian is done
Life is easy, is grand
'til there is white man, gun in

out when settlers came
And built their on the indian range
Big chief woolly bosher it none
Traded a bad man for a gun

Big looks out at his great land
Locomotive on the stands
Life that leak the city in the east
Let us destroy that beast

Big rides on the trail tonight
Tread the for which he must fight
In their for love and glory
indians were saved
They to tell the story
And woolly bosher

Big chief rides on the tonight
Soldier marching in the morning light
Bring the guns, the bows
Let's blow them into heaven see if God knows

One hundred men must to die
When a thousand soldiers you in the eye
Big chief sees his men fall
The soldiers kill and the bugle

In fight for love and glory
No indians saved
And big woolly bosher
Had on his grave
He has no wrong
being bold