Luyện nghe bài hát Seven Little Indians

There were seven Indians
Livin' in a house on Central Avenue
Gathered 'round daddy
stories in the living room

From a slightly unrealistic point of
Momma was off in the kitchen somewhere
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 of brave conquest
About the of his little band
Up to Alaska where the caribou run

See he'd time putting in telephone lines
For the army World War II
And even brought a picture of a frozen mastodon
For the Indians to see

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

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

Well he and he hollered
But he could not stay warm in living room
And even the seven little
Well they could the chill

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

Blazing a trail
Shot the eyes of the seven little Indians
Blazing an arrow
Shot stronghold out in Arizona

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

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

And the mama 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 chief's
Were named the seven little Indians
And like I said, in his stories
Always worked out for the

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