Luyện nghe bài hát Give It Back to The Indians

Old Peter Minuet had nothing to
When he the Isle of Manhattan
For twenty-six dollars and a of booze
And they threw in The and Staten

Pete that he had the best of the bargin
But the poor Red man just
And he grunted, "Ugh!" meaning 'okay' in his
For he poor Pete was skinned

We've tried to run the
But the ran away
And now Peter
We can't it

turning into Coney
Champagne Charlie's gin
Old New York is new and
it back to the Indians

Two cents more to a Lucky
Dodging busses you thin
Now New York is ducky
Give it back to the

all the reds
On the boxes made for
Whites on Fifth
Blues down in Street, losing hope
Big bargain
Chief, it away

Come, you busted slickers
take it on the chin
Father has lost his knickers
it back to the Indians

Take all the
On the boxes for soap
on Fifth Avenue
Blues down in Wall Street, losing
Big today
Chief, it away

Come, you busted slickers
Better it on the chin
Father has lost his knickers
Give it to the Indians