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 seem right
Up to the manor house to pay the great

We had our wilderness
And turned the Earth to by the rake's caress
Never owning what we below the crescent moon
Up to the manor to pay the Great Patroon
The sheriff was to sell the cows
Or otherwise 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 wear for civil war in
In upstate New
What do you wear for war in 1844
In upstate New
These Indians wore Calico
They were at the waist
Red flannel or
Those ..... looking things
With fringe around the
Horns upon their
Course animal put on for a beard
At the pow-wow among the
The chief wore a striped calico young lady's
Blow on the tin horn over the valley
Call all the formerly men to revolt and rally
The Land Laws should be abolished
are you waiting for? it's 1844!
The worm has begun to
I saw those Calicos scorn and spurn their
With threatening and rough, tough threatening gestures
The feeling was and stronger
(Stronger and stronger)
They tried to talk like Indians might:
"Me want cider" and the
Many a head had this crown of feathers
I tried to be the leader of the Anti-Rent
I recognized it as belonged to a left-handed neighbor
Ooh a Indian man called Sander ....
Blow the tin dinner horn the valley
Call all the formerly normal men to and rally
The Feudal Laws should be abolished
What are you waiting for, it's
The worm has to turn