Luyện nghe bài hát Give It Back to The Indians

Old Peter Minuet had nothing to
he bought the Isle of Manhattan
For twenty-six and a bottle of booze
And they threw in The Bronx and

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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