Luyện nghe bài hát Give It Back to The Indians

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

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

We've tried to run the
But the ran away
And now Minuet
We continue it

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

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 for soap
on Fifth Avenue
Blues down in Wall Street, hope
Big today
Chief, it away

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

all the reds
On the made for soap
Whites on 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 back to the