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 and a bottle of booze
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!" 'okay' in his jargon
For he knew poor was skinned

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

turning into Coney
Champagne drinking gin
Old New York is new and
Give it to the Indians

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

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

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

Take all the
On the boxes made for
Whites on Avenue
Blues down in Wall Street, losing
Big bargain
Chief, it away

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