Luyện nghe bài hát Canadian Railroad Trilogy

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

the blue rockies the sun is declinin'
The stars they stealin' at the close of the day
the wide prairie our loved ones lie sleeping
Beyond the dark oceans in a far away

We are the who work upon the railway
Swingin' our hammers in the blazin' sun
Livin' on and drinkin' bad whiskey
Bendin' our old backs till the long are done

We are the navies who work upon the
our hammers in the bright blazin' sun
Layin' down and buildin' the bridges
our old backs till the railroad is done

So over the and over the plains
Into the muskeg and the rain
Up the St. Lawrence all the way to
swingin' our hammers and drawin' our pay

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

Oh the of the future has been sung
All the battles been won
On the mountain tops we
All the at our command
We have up the soil
With our and our toil

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

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