Luyện nghe bài hát Canadian Railroad Trilogy

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

But has no beginnings and history has no bounds
As to this verdant they came from all around
They sailed 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 to the spring
Then the railroad men grew restless for to hear the ring
But their minds were overflowing the visions of their day
Were for a fortune the won and lost and many a debt to pay

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

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 the tracks and tear up the trails
Open their heart let the life blood
get on our way 'cause we're movin' too slow

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

Behind the blue the sun is declinin'
The stars come 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 navies who work upon the
Swingin' our in the bright blazin' sun
Livin' on stew and drinkin' bad
our old backs till the long days are done

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

So over the mountains and the plains
Into the muskeg and the rain
Up the St. Lawrence all the way to
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 for my head
A to the livin' and a toast to the dead

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

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

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