Luyện nghe bài hát Seven Little Indians

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

From a slightly 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 seven little knew
If the of the tribe ever scrutinized their household
Somehow it would not pass

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

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

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

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

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

And everything always worked
Out for the in all of his stories
In that old brick it always felt like
Something was in for the kill

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

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

Now it got so quiet you could hear a pin drop
They started dropping flies
The oldest Indian got sick 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 stories
Were after the seven little Indians
And I said, in his stories everything
worked out for the better

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