Luyện nghe bài hát Indian Sunset

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

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

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

Oh, Great Father of the
Ever since, I was
I've read the of the smoke
And on the sound of drums

I've to hurl the tomahawk
And ride a painted wild
To run the of the Sioux
To a chieftain's daughter mine

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

For soon I'll find the Yellow
Along with my loved
Where the graze in clover fields
Without the of guns

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