Luyện nghe bài hát Calico Indians

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

We had taken our
And the Earth to bounty by the rake's caress
Never what we tilled below the crescent moon
Up to the house to pay the Great Patroon
The sheriff was to sell the cows
Or extort the rent
So they met in barns and in out of the way
To scheme all on how to get the rent
What do you for civil war in 1844
In upstate New
What do you wear for war in 1844
In upstate New
These Indians wore dresses
They were belted at the
Red flannel or
Those masks ..... looking
With around the neck
upon their forehead
Course animal hair put on for a
At the pow-wow among the
The wore a striped calico young lady's dress
Blow on the tin horn over the valley
Call all the normal men to revolt and rally
The Feudal Land should be abolished
What are you waiting it's 1844!
The worm has to turn
I saw Calicos scorn and spurn their accusers
With threatening and rough, tough threatening gestures
The feeling was stronger and
(Stronger and stronger)
They tried to talk like real Indians
"Me cider" and the like
Many a head had worn this of feathers
I to be the leader of the Anti-Rent Rioters
I it as having belonged to a left-handed neighbor
Ooh a Indian man called Sander ....
Blow the tin horn over the valley
Call all the formerly normal men to revolt and
The Feudal Land should be abolished
What are you waiting for, 1844?
The worm has to turn