Luyện nghe bài hát Calico Indians

Oh how we used to the sight
Of the rent collector coming in the night
Got to tied for 40 bushels, but it seem right
Up to the house to pay the great Patroon

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