Luyện nghe bài hát Drums

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

And there are drums the mountain
Indian drums that you can't
are drums beyond the mountain
And getting mighty near

And when they think that they'd me
Cut my hair to meet needs
Will they think, I'm white or
Quarter blood or just half

Let me you, Mr. Teacher
When you say, you'll me right
In five hundred of fighting
Not one Indian turned white and are drums

Well, you thought I knew nothing
When you brought me to school
Just empty Indian
Just first fool

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

Pine and Sequoia
Handsome Lake and Bull
There's Magnus
With his sleeves so red and

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

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

now you have to cheat us
Even though you this us
In our we found proudness
In your winning you found shame and are drums