Luyện nghe bài hát Give It Back to The Indians

Old Peter had nothing to lose
When he bought the of Manhattan
For twenty-six dollars and a of booze
And they threw in The Bronx and

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

tried 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
it back to the Indians

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

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

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

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

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