Luyện nghe bài hát Seven Little Indians

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

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

The seven little knew
If the of the tribe ever scrutinized their household
it would not pass inspection

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

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

And some mukluks and sealskin gloves
And a coat with around the collar
His wife them in the mothballs
Underneath the 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 screen
it was some campfire blazing away

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

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

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

Blazing like the sheets of light 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 hear a pin
They started like flies
The oldest little got sick and vanished
And the big chief went two years

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

You see, all the characters in the big stories
Were named the seven little Indians
And like I said, in his stories
Always out for the better

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