Luyện nghe bài hát Give It Back to The Indians

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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