Luyện nghe bài hát Canadian Railroad Trilogy

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

But time has no and history has no bounds
As to this verdant country came from all around
They sailed upon her waterways and they the forests tall
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 for to hear the hammers 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 looked in the future and did they see
saw an iron road runnin' from the sea to the sea
Bringin' the to a young growin' land
All up from the seaports and their hands

But away said they across this mighty land
From the eastern shore to the strand

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

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

Behind the blue the sun is declinin'
The they 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 upon the railway
Swingin' our in the bright blazin' sun
Layin' down and buildin' the bridges
Bendin' our old backs the railroad is done

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

Drivin' 'em in and tyin' 'em
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 has been sung
All the have been won
On the tops we stand
All the at our command
We have opened up the
our teardrops and our toil

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