Luyện nghe bài hát Calico Indians

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

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