Luyện nghe bài hát Indian Sunset

As I awoke this
With the of wood smoke clinging
a gentle cobweb hanging
Upon a painted

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

"This I can't believe", I
"I believe our warlord's dead
Oh, he would not leave the chosen
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 sound of

I've to hurl the tomahawk
And a painted pony wild
To run the of the Sioux
To make a daughter mine

And now you ask that I should
The red man's be slowly crushed
What of words are these to hear
Yellow Dog whom a white man fears?

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

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

Tramplin' down the prairie
hoof tracks in the sand
Those who wish to me
I with my hands

I heard passin' renegades
Geronimo was
He'd been down his weapons
When they him full of lead

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

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

For soon find the Yellow Moon
Along with my ones
Where the buffaloes in clover fields
Without the sound of

And the red sun sinks at
the hills of gold
And peace to this young
with a bullet hole