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 stood against the sun
And before the white man and long before the wheel
When the green dark forest was too silent to be

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

And the young man's fancy are turnin' to the spring
Then the railroad men restless for to hear the hammers ring
But their were overflowing with the visions of their day
Were for a fortune 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 their hands

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

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

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

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

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

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

So over the mountains and over the
Into the muskeg and into the
Up the St. all the way to Gaspe
Just our hammers 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 drink to the livin' and a toast to the

Oh the song of the future has been
All the battles have won
On the mountain we stand
All the world at our
We have opened up the
our teardrops and our toil

For was a time in this fair land when the railroad did not run
When the wild majestic stood 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