Luyện nghe bài hát Give It Back to The Indians

Old Minuet had nothing to lose
When he bought the Isle of
For twenty-six dollars and a bottle of
And threw in The Bronx and Staten

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

We've tried to run the
But the city ran
And now Peter
We can't it

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

Two more to smoke a Lucky
Dodging busses keep you
Now New York is ducky
Give it to the Indians

all the reds
On the made for soap
on Fifth Avenue
Blues down in Wall Street, losing
Big bargain
Chief, it away

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

all the reds
On the boxes for soap
Whites on Avenue
Blues down in Street, losing hope
Big today
Chief, it away

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