Luyện nghe bài hát Canadian Railroad Trilogy

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

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

And when the young man's fancy are turnin' to the
Then the railroad men grew restless for to the hammers ring
But minds were overflowing with the visions of their day
Were for many a 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 runnin' the sea to the sea
the goods to a young growin' land
All up from the seaports and into their

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

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

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

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

We are the navies who work the railway
Swingin' our hammers in the bright sun
on stew and drinkin' bad whiskey
Bendin' our old till the long days are done

We are the navies who work the railway
Swingin' our hammers in the blazin' sun
Layin' down track and buildin' the
our old backs till the railroad is done

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

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

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

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

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