Luyện nghe bài hát Give It Back to The Indians

Old Peter Minuet had nothing to
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 Red man just grinned
And he grunted, "Ugh!" 'okay' in his jargon
For he knew poor Pete was

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

Broadway's turning into
Champagne drinking gin
Old New is new and phony
Give it back to the

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

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

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

all the reds
On the boxes made for
on Fifth Avenue
Blues down in Wall Street, losing
Big today
Chief, take it

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