Luyện nghe bài hát Give It Back to The Indians

Old Minuet had nothing to lose
he bought the Isle of Manhattan
For dollars and a bottle of booze
And they in The Bronx and Staten

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

We've to run the city
But the ran away
And now Minuet
We can't it

Broadway's turning into
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 York is ducky
Give it back to the

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

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

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

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