Luyện nghe bài hát Give It Back to The Indians

Old Peter Minuet had to lose
When he bought the of Manhattan
For twenty-six dollars and a bottle of
And threw in The Bronx and Staten

Pete thought that he had the 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

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

Two cents more to smoke a
Dodging busses you thin
Now New is simply ducky
Give it to the Indians

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

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

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

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