Luyện nghe bài hát Calico Indians

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

We had our wilderness
And turned the Earth to bounty by the rake's
Never owning what we tilled below the moon
Up to the manor to pay the Great Patroon
The was about to sell the cows
Or otherwise the rent
So they met in and in out of the way places
To all night on how to get the rent
do you wear for civil war in 1844
In upstate New
What do you wear for war in 1844
In upstate New
These wore Calico dresses
They were at the waist
Red flannel or
Those ..... looking things
With fringe the neck
Horns upon forehead
Course animal hair put on for a
At the pow-wow the grotesque
The wore a striped calico young lady's dress
Blow on the tin dinner horn the valley
Call all the formerly men to revolt and rally
The Feudal Land Laws be abolished
What are you waiting it's 1844!
The worm has begun to
I saw those scorn and spurn their accusers
With threatening talk and rough, tough gestures
The was stronger and stronger
(Stronger and stronger)
tried to talk like real Indians might:
"Me cider" and the like
Many a head had worn this crown of
I to be the leader of the Anti-Rent Rioters
I it as having belonged to a left-handed neighbor
Ooh a little Indian man called ....
the tin dinner horn over the valley
Call all the normal men to revolt and rally
The Feudal Land should be abolished
What are you waiting for, it's
The worm has to turn