Luyện nghe bài hát Indian Sunset

As he awoke that with the smell of wood-smoke clinging
Like a gentle cobweb upon a painted teepee
He went to see his chieftain with his war lance and his
For they told him that the yellow would very soon be leaving
"oh, this I can't believe, "he said, "i believe our war lord's dead!
He not leave the chosen ones to the buzzards and the soldiers' guns"

Oh, great father of the iroquois, since I was young
I've read the writing of the smoke and on the sound of drums
I've learned to hurl the tomahawk and ride a painted wild,
To run the gauntlet of the sioux, to a chieftain's daughter mine

And now you ask that I should the red men's race be slowly crushed?
kind of words are these to hear from yellow dog, whom the white man fears?

I take only what is mine; my pony, my squaw, and my
I can't stay to see you die, along with my pride
I go to search for the moon and the fathers of our sons
Where the red sun sinks in the hills of gold and the healing run

Tramplin' down the prairie rose, leaving in the sand
Those who wish to me, I welcome with my hand
I from passing renegades, geronimo was dead
been laying down his weapons when they filled him full of lead

Now there seems no reason why I should on
In this land once was my land I can't find a home
It's lonely and it's quiet and the horse soldiers are
And I think it's time I strung my bow and ceased my running
For now I'll find the yellow moon along my loved ones
Where the graze in the clover fields without the sound of guns
And the red sun at last into the hills of gold
And to this young warrior comes with a bullet hole!