Luyện nghe bài hát Seven Little Indians

There seven little Indians
in a brick house on Central Avenue
Gathered their daddy
Tellin' in the living room

From a slightly unrealistic of view
Momma was off yonder in the kitchen
Boiling up some hot water for them to all get up to necks in

The little Indians knew
If the rest of the tribe ever their household
Somehow it would not inspection

Big railed on
And spun his tales of conquest
About the of his little band
Up to Alaska the caribou run free

See he'd done time in telephone lines
For the during World War II
And even back a picture of a frozen mastodon
For the little to see

And some mukluks and some gloves
And a coat beads around the collar
His wife kept them in the
the Hudson Bays

And every once and a he'd get wound up
one of his stories, he'd put them all on
And dance around in that TV screen light
Like it was campfire blazing away

Well he stamped and he
But he could not stay in that living room
And the seven little Indians
Well could feel the chill

And although always worked
Out for the better in all of his
In that old brick house it always like
was movin' in for the kill

Blazing like a
Shot through the eyes of the seven Indians
Blazing like an
Shot stronghold out in Arizona

Blazing like the sheets of dancing up in the sky
Up above
Blazing like a star down to the ground
Back home again in

Now it finally got so quiet you hear a pin drop
They dropping like flies
The oldest Indian got sick and vanished
And the big chief went two years

And the mama raised the six Indians up
The best she
To be housewives, musicians, and salesmen
But they all shared this common

You see, all the characters in the big chief's
Were named after the little Indians
And like I said, in his everything
Always worked out for the

And now as I'm telling stuff to my own kids
Dancing the TV screen light
Well, I wish I had those mukluks, sealskin gloves
And that with beads around the collar