Luyện nghe bài hát Canadian Railroad Trilogy

There was a time in this fair land the railroad did not run
When the wild mountains stood alone against the sun
And long before the man and long before the wheel
the green dark forest was too silent to be real

But time has no and history has no bounds
As to this verdant country they came from all
They sailed upon her waterways and they walked the tall
the mines, the mills and the factories for the good of us all

And when the man's fancy are turnin' to the spring
Then the railroad men grew restless for to hear the hammers
But their minds were overflowing with the visions of day
Were for a fortune the won and lost and many a debt to pay

For they looked in the future and what did see
They saw an iron road from the sea to the sea
Bringin' the goods to a growin' land
All up from the seaports and their hands

But look away said they this mighty land
From the eastern shore to the western

Bring in the and bring up the rails
We gotta lay down the tracks and up the trails
Open their heart let the life flow
get on our way 'cause we're movin' too slow

Bring in the workers and up the rails
gonna lay down the tracks and tear up the trails
Open their heart let the life flow
Gotta get on our way 'cause we're movin' too
Get on our way we're movin' too slow

Behind the rockies the sun is declinin'
The stars they come stealin' at the of the day
Across the prairie our loved ones lie sleeping
Beyond the dark in a place far away

We are the navies who work upon the
our hammers in the bright blazin' sun
Livin' on stew and drinkin' bad
Bendin' our old backs till the long are done

We are the navies who upon the railway
Swingin' our in the bright blazin' sun
down track and buildin' the bridges
Bendin' our old backs till the railroad is

So the mountains and over the plains
the muskeg and into the rain
Up the St. all the way to Gaspe
Just swingin' our hammers and our pay

Drivin' 'em in and tyin' 'em
Away to the bunkhouse and the town
A a day and a place for my head
A drink to the livin' and a toast to the

Oh the song of the future has sung
All the have been won
On the tops we stand
All the at our command
We opened up the soil
our teardrops and our toil

For there was a time in this fair when the railroad did not run
the wild majestic mountains stood alone against the sun
Long before the white man and long before the
the green dark forest was too silent to be real

When the green dark forest was too to be real
And many are the dead men too silent to be