Luyện nghe bài hát Canadian Railroad Trilogy

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

But has no beginnings and history has no bounds
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
Then the 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 and many a debt to pay

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

But look away they across this mighty land
From the eastern to the western strand

in the workers and bring up the rails
We gotta lay down the and tear up the trails
Open their heart let the blood flow
Gotta get on our way 'cause movin' too slow

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

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

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

We are the navies who upon the railway
our hammers in the bright blazin' sun
Layin' down track and buildin' the
Bendin' our old backs the railroad is done

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

Drivin' 'em in and 'em down
Away to the bunkhouse and into the
A dollar a day and a place for my
A drink to the livin' and a toast to the

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

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

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