Luyện nghe bài hát Seven Little Indians

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

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

The seven Indians knew
If the rest of the tribe scrutinized their household
Somehow it not pass inspection

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

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

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

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

Well he stamped and he
But he could not warm in that living room
And even the seven little
they could feel the chill

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

Blazing like a
Shot through the eyes of the little Indians
like an arrow
Shot stronghold out in Arizona

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

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

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

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

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