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 alone against the sun
And long before the white man and long before the
When the green forest was too silent to be real

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

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

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

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

Bring in the and bring 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 blood
Gotta get on our way 'cause we're movin' too
Get on our way 'cause we're too slow

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

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

We are the navies who work the railway
Swingin' our in the bright blazin' sun
Layin' down track and the bridges
Bendin' our old backs the railroad is done

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

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

Oh the song of the future has been
All the battles been won
On the mountain we stand
All the at our command
We have opened up the
our teardrops 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 forest was too to be real

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