Luyện nghe bài hát Give It Back to The Indians

Old Peter Minuet had to lose
When he bought the of Manhattan
For twenty-six dollars and a bottle of
And they in The Bronx and Staten

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

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

turning into Coney
Champagne drinking gin
Old New is new and phony
Give it to the Indians

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

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

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

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

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