Luyện nghe bài hát Calico Indians

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

We had taken our
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 Patroon
The sheriff was about to sell the
Or otherwise 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 civil war in
In upstate New
These Indians wore dresses
They were belted at the
Red pantaloons or
Those masks ..... things
fringe around the neck
Horns upon forehead
Course animal hair put on for a
At the among the grotesque
The chief wore a striped calico young lady's
Blow on the tin horn over the valley
all the formerly normal men to revolt and rally
The Feudal Laws should be abolished
What are you for? it's 1844!
The has begun to turn
I saw those Calicos scorn and spurn accusers
With threatening talk and rough, tough gestures
The feeling was and stronger
(Stronger and stronger)
They tried to talk like real Indians
"Me cider" and the like
Many a head had worn this of feathers
I tried to be the leader of the Anti-Rent
I recognized it as having to a left-handed neighbor
Ooh a Indian man called Sander ....
Blow the tin dinner over the valley
Call all the formerly normal men to revolt and
The Feudal Land Laws be abolished
What are you waiting for, it's
The worm has to turn