Luyện nghe bài hát Give It Back to The Indians

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

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

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

turning into Coney
Champagne Charlie's gin
Old New is new and phony
Give it to the Indians

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

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

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

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

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