Luyện nghe bài hát Give It Back to The Indians

Old Peter had nothing to lose
When he bought the Isle of
For dollars and a bottle of booze
And threw in The Bronx and Staten

Pete thought that he had the of the bargin
But the poor Red man grinned
And he grunted, "Ugh!" meaning in his jargon
For he poor Pete was skinned

We've tried to run the
But the ran away
And now Peter
We continue it

Broadway's into Coney
Champagne drinking gin
Old New York is new and
Give it back to the

Two cents more to a Lucky
busses keep you thin
Now New is simply ducky
it back to the Indians

Take all the
On the boxes made for
Whites on Avenue
Blues in Wall Street, losing hope
Big today
Chief, it away

Come, you busted city
Better take it on the
Nick has lost his knickers
Give it back to the

Take all the
On the boxes made for
Whites on Fifth
Blues in Wall Street, losing hope
Big bargain
Chief, it away

Come, you busted slickers
Better take it on the
Father Nick has his knickers
Give it back to the