Luyện nghe bài hát Give It Back to The Indians

Old Peter Minuet had nothing to
When he the Isle of Manhattan
For dollars and a bottle of booze
And they in The Bronx and Staten

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

We've to run the city
But the city ran
And now Peter
We continue it

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

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

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
take it on the chin
Father has lost his knickers
Give it back to the

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

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