Luyện nghe bài hát Seven Little Indians

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

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

The little Indians knew
If the rest of the tribe ever their household
Somehow it would not inspection

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

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

And some mukluks and some gloves
And a with beads around the collar
His kept them in the mothballs
Underneath the Bays

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

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

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

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

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

Now it finally got so quiet you could hear a pin
They dropping 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 she could
To be housewives, musicians, and salesmen
But they all shared common denominator

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

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