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 and Staten

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

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

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

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

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

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

Take all the
On the made for soap
Whites on Avenue
Blues down in Wall Street, hope
Big today
Chief, it away

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