Luyện nghe bài hát Calico Indians

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

We had taken our
And turned the to bounty by the rake's caress
Never owning what we tilled the crescent moon
Up to the manor house to pay the Patroon
The sheriff was about to the cows
Or extort the rent
So met in barns 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 upstate New
do you wear for civil war in 1844
In New York?
These Indians wore Calico
They belted at the waist
Red flannel or
Those masks ..... things
With fringe around the
upon their forehead
Course hair put on for a beard
At the pow-wow among the
The chief wore a striped calico lady's dress
Blow on the tin dinner horn over the
Call all the formerly normal men to revolt and
The Feudal Land should be abolished
What are you for? it's 1844!
The worm has to turn
I saw those Calicos scorn and spurn their
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
a head had worn this crown of feathers
I tried to be the of the Anti-Rent Rioters
I recognized it as having belonged to a left-handed
Ooh a Indian man called Sander ....
Blow the tin dinner horn over the
Call all the normal men to revolt and rally
The Feudal Land should be abolished
What are you waiting for, 1844?
The worm has to turn