Luyện nghe bài hát Calico Indians

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

We had our wilderness
And turned the Earth to by the rake's caress
owning what we tilled below the crescent moon
Up to the manor house to pay the Patroon
The sheriff was about to sell the
Or extort the rent
So they met in and in out of the way places
To scheme all night on how to get the
What do you wear for war in 1844
In New York?
What do you wear for war in 1844
In New York?
These Indians wore dresses
They were belted at the
Red pantaloons or
Those masks ..... things
fringe around the neck
Horns upon forehead
Course animal put on for a beard
At the pow-wow among the
The chief wore a striped calico young lady's
on the tin dinner horn over the valley
Call all the formerly normal men to and rally
The Feudal Land should be abolished
What are you waiting it's 1844!
The has begun to turn
I saw those Calicos and spurn their accusers
With talk and rough, tough threatening gestures
The feeling was and stronger
(Stronger and stronger)
They tried to talk like real Indians
"Me cider" and the like
a head had worn this crown of feathers
I tried to be the leader of the Anti-Rent
I it as having belonged to a left-handed neighbor
Ooh a little Indian man called ....
Blow the tin horn over the valley
Call all the formerly normal men to revolt and
The Feudal Land Laws should be
are you waiting for, it's 1844?
The worm has to turn