Luyện nghe bài hát Canadian Railroad Trilogy

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

But has no beginnings and history has no bounds
As to this verdant country they came all around
They sailed upon her waterways and they the forests tall
Built the mines, the mills and the factories for the of us all

And the young man's fancy are turnin' to the spring
Then the railroad men grew restless for to hear the ring
But their minds overflowing with the visions of their day
Were for many a 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
Bringin' the goods to a growin' land
All up the seaports and into their hands

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

Bring in the workers and up the rails
We gotta lay down the tracks and up the trails
Open their heart let the life blood
Gotta get on our way 'cause we're too slow

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

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

We are the navies who work upon the
Swingin' our hammers in the bright sun
Livin' on stew and drinkin' bad
Bendin' our old backs the long days are done

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

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

Oh the song of the future has been
All the battles have won
On the tops we stand
All the at our command
We have opened up the
With our 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
Long before the white man and before the wheel
When the green forest was too silent to be real

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