Luyện nghe bài hát City of New Orleans

(Steve Goodman)

Ridin' on The City of New
Illinois Central Monday morning
Fifteen cars and restless riders
Two conductors and a-twenty-five sacks a'
All along the southbound
The train out at Kankakee
And moves on past houses, farms and fields
Passin' trains what got no names
Switch yards full a' old men
And the graveyards of them rusted automobiles

Good America, how are ya?
Well, a don'tcha know me? I'm native son
I'm the they call The City of New Orleans
And I'll be gone five hundred miles the day is done

A-dealin' cards with an old man in the club car
Just a penny a point ain't keepin' score
Say you pass that there paper bag that's a-wrappin' the bottle
Feel them wheels rumblin' under floor
And the sons of Pullman
And the of engineers
Ride their daddy's carpet made out of steel
Mamas with their asleepin'
Are rockin' to the beat
And the rhythm of the rockin' is all they feel

Good America, how are ya?
Well, a don'tcha know me? I'm your son
I'm the train they The City of New Orleans
And I'll be gone five hundred when the day is done

on The City of New Orleans
A-changin' a-down in Memphis, Tennessee
Well, a half way home, and a we gonna be by mornin'
the Mississippi darkness
Rollin' down to sea
Now all a' them towns and all the people
To fade away into a bad ol'
But the steel rail, well he still heard that news
a-singin' that song again
Sayin' "Passengers will please
"This train done got the railroad blues"

Good America, how are ya?
Well, a know me? I'm your native son
I'm the train call The City of New Orleans
And I'll be gone hundred miles when the day is done

out.]
Mamas with their asleepin'
Are rockin' to the gentle
And the rhythm of the rails is all they feel

Mamas with babies asleepin'
Are rockin' to the gentle
And the rhythm of the rockin' rails is all feel

Yeah.