Luyện nghe bài hát Seven Little Indians

There were little Indians
in a brick house on Central Avenue
Gathered 'round daddy
Tellin' stories in the room

From a slightly point of view
Momma was off yonder in the somewhere
Boiling up some hot for them to all get up to their necks in

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

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

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

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

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

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

And everything always worked
Out for the in all of his stories
In that old brick house it always felt
Something was movin' in for the

like a trail
Shot through the eyes of the seven Indians
Blazing an arrow
Shot [Incomprehensible] stronghold out in

Blazing like the sheets of dancing up in the sky
Up Anchorage
Blazing like a star shot down to the
Back home in Indiana

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

And the raised the six little Indians up
The she could
To be housewives, musicians, and salesmen
But they all this common denominator

You see, all the characters in the big stories
named after the seven little Indians
And like I said, in his stories
worked out for the better

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