Luyện nghe bài hát Calico Indians

Oh how we used to hate the
Of the evil rent collector in the night
Got to tied for 40 bushels, but it don't right
Up to the manor to pay the great Patroon

We had our wilderness
And turned the Earth to by the rake's caress
Never owning what we tilled the crescent moon
Up to the manor house to pay the Great
The sheriff was to sell the cows
Or extort the rent
So they met in and in out of the way places
To all night on how to get the rent
What do you for civil war in 1844
In New York?
What do you wear for war in 1844
In New York?
These Indians wore dresses
They belted at the waist
Red flannel or
masks ..... looking things
With fringe around the
upon their forehead
Course animal put on for a beard
At the pow-wow the grotesque
The chief wore a striped calico lady's dress
Blow on the tin dinner horn the valley
Call all the formerly normal men to revolt and
The Feudal Land Laws be abolished
What are you waiting for? 1844!
The worm has begun to
I saw those Calicos and spurn their accusers
threatening talk and rough, tough threatening gestures
The feeling was and stronger
(Stronger and stronger)
They tried to talk real Indians might:
"Me want cider" and the
a head had worn this crown of feathers
I tried to be the leader of the Rioters
I recognized it as having belonged to a left-handed
Ooh a little Indian man Sander ....
the tin dinner horn over the valley
Call all the normal men to revolt and rally
The Land Laws should be abolished
What are you waiting for, it's
The worm has to turn