Corrección Letra Custer’s Last Stand par Harry Belafonte

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In 1876 on that bright summer morn at the Little Bighorn
The arrogant Custer caught a few licks
When he tried to stand up to the Cheyenne and the Sioux
He was confident he'd win the fight
But he underrated the Indian's might

Of White Bull, Iron Lightning, Swift Bear and Gall
Black Moon, Little Wolf, Crazy Horse
And Sitting Bull chief of them all oh, oh
Oh Sitting Bull chief of them all

Oh the Indians tried to live in peace
On that bright summer morn at the Little Bighorn
They signed the treaty that warship cease
The white man was cold he wanted gold
He killed all the buffalo, destroyed the corn
Even brought unknown diseases to the unborn

Custer's Cavalry pressed the attack
On that bright summer morn at the Little Bighorn
They thought they had driven the Indians back
But like a wave came an ocean of braves
Custer exclaimed to the noonday sun
Tell me where all these red-skins is coming from

Well it wasn't long 'for the dust settle down
On that bright summer morn at the Little Bighorn
The soldiers was spread all over the ground
The battle was gone the braves had won
Custer's men had fought their best
But the Indians had stood the test

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