Luyện nghe bài hát Give It Back to The Indians

Old Peter had nothing to lose
When he the Isle of Manhattan
For twenty-six dollars and a of booze
And they threw in The and Staten

Pete thought that he had the best of the
But the poor Red man just
And he grunted, "Ugh!" 'okay' in his jargon
For he knew poor Pete was

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

Broadway's turning Coney
Charlie's drinking gin
Old New is new and phony
Give it to the Indians

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

all the reds
On the boxes made for
Whites on Fifth
Blues down in Street, losing hope
Big bargain
Chief, take it

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

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

Come, you city slickers
Better it on the chin
Father has lost his knickers
Give it back to the