Luyện nghe bài hát Canadian Railroad Trilogy

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

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

And when the young man's fancy are turnin' to the
Then the railroad men grew for to hear the hammers ring
But their minds were overflowing with the visions of day
Were for many a fortune the won and lost and a debt to pay

For they looked in the future and did they see
They saw an iron road runnin' the sea to the sea
Bringin' the goods to a young growin'
All up the seaports and into their hands

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

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

in the workers and bring up the rails
We're gonna lay down the tracks and 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

Behind the rockies 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 place far

We are the navies who work upon the
Swingin' our in the bright blazin' sun
Livin' on and drinkin' bad whiskey
Bendin' our old backs till the long days are

We are the navies who work upon the
Swingin' our in the bright blazin' sun
Layin' down track and the bridges
Bendin' our old backs the railroad is done

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

Drivin' 'em in and 'em down
to the bunkhouse and into the town
A dollar a day and a place for my
A to the livin' and a toast to the dead

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

For was a time 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 before the
When the green forest was too silent to be real

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