Luyện nghe bài hát Canadian Railroad Trilogy

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

But time has no and history has no bounds
As to this country they came from all around
They 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 fancy 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
for many 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 runnin' from the sea to the sea
the goods to a young growin' land
All up from the seaports and into hands

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

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

Bring in the workers and up the rails
gonna lay down the tracks and tear up the trails
Open heart let the life blood flow
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 stealin' at the close of the day
Across the wide prairie our loved ones lie
Beyond the dark oceans in a far away

We are the navies who work upon the
Swingin' our hammers in the blazin' sun
Livin' on stew and bad whiskey
our old backs till the long days are done

We are the navies who work upon the
our hammers in the bright blazin' sun
Layin' track and buildin' the bridges
Bendin' our old till the railroad is done

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

Drivin' 'em in and tyin' 'em
Away to the bunkhouse and into the
A a day and a place for my head
A to the livin' and a toast to the dead

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

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

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