Luyện nghe bài hát Give It Back to The Indians

Old Peter Minuet had nothing to
When he the Isle of Manhattan
For twenty-six dollars and a bottle of
And they threw in The Bronx and

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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