Luyện nghe bài hát Seven Little Indians

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

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

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

Big chief on
And his tales of brave conquest
About the of his little band
Up to Alaska where the run free

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

And some and some sealskin gloves
And a coat with around the collar
His wife kept them in the
Underneath the Hudson

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

Well he stamped and he
But he could not stay warm in that room
And even the seven Indians
Well they could feel the

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

Blazing like a
Shot through the of the seven little Indians
like an arrow
Shot [Incomprehensible] out in Arizona

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

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

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

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

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