Luyện nghe bài hát Give It Back to The Indians

Old Peter Minuet had to lose
When he bought the Isle of
For twenty-six and a bottle of booze
And they in The Bronx and Staten

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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