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 and a bottle of booze
And they threw in The Bronx and

Pete that he had the best of the bargin
But the poor Red man grinned
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

turning into Coney
Champagne drinking gin
Old New York is new and
Give it back to the

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

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

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

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

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