Luyện nghe bài hát Seven Little Indians

There seven little Indians
Livin' in a brick on Central Avenue
Gathered 'round daddy
Tellin' stories in the living

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

The little Indians knew
If the rest of the tribe ever scrutinized their
Somehow it would not pass

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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