Luyện nghe bài hát Seven Little Indians

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

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

The seven Indians knew
If the of the tribe ever scrutinized their household
Somehow it would not inspection

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You see, all the characters in the big chief's
Were named the seven little Indians
And I said, in his stories 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, those sealskin
And that with beads around the collar