Luyện nghe bài hát Canadian Railroad Trilogy

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

But time has no beginnings and history has no
As to verdant country they came from all around
They sailed upon her waterways and they walked the forests
Built the mines, the 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 the hammers ring
But their minds were with the visions of their day
for many a fortune the won and lost and many 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
the goods to a young growin' land
All up the seaports and into their hands

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

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

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

Behind the rockies the sun is declinin'
The stars they come at the close 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 and drinkin' bad whiskey
our old backs till the long days are done

We are the who work upon the railway
Swingin' our hammers in the bright sun
Layin' down track and buildin' the
Bendin' our old backs till the is done

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

Drivin' 'em in and 'em down
to the bunkhouse and into 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 sung
All the have been won
On the mountain we stand
All the world at our
We opened up the soil
our teardrops and our toil

For there was a time in this land when the railroad did not run
When the majestic mountains stood alone against the sun
Long the white man and long before the wheel
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