Luyện nghe bài hát Drums

From the Indian reservation to the governmental
Well, they're goin' to me to the white men's Golden Rule
And I'm learning quickly for I've learned to be ashamed
And I come when they call Billy I've got an Indian name

And there are beyond the mountain
Indian drums that you can't
There are drums beyond the
And they're mighty near

And they think that they'd changed me
Cut my hair to meet needs
they think, I'm white or Indian
Quarter blood or just breed

Let me you, Mr. Teacher
When you say, you'll make me
In five hundred years of
Not one Indian turned white and there are

Well, you thought that I knew
you brought me here to school
Just another empty
America's first fool

But now I can you stories
That are burnt and and old
But in the of their telling walks
The thunder proud and bold and there are

Pine and Sequoia
Handsome Lake and Bull
There's Colorado
With his so red and full

Horse, the legend
Those who bit off Custer's
are dead yet they are living
With the Geronimo and there are drums

Well, you may me this land's history
But we it to you first
We broke your hearts and bent journeys
Broken treaties us cursed

Even now you have to us
Even though you us tame
In our losing we found
In your winning you found and there are drums