Luyện nghe bài hát City of New Orleans

(Steve Goodman)

Ridin' on The City of New
Central Monday morning rail
Fifteen and fifteen restless riders
Two and a-twenty-five sacks a' mail
All along the southbound
The train out at Kankakee
And moves on along 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 train they The City of New Orleans
And I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is

A-dealin' cards with an old man down in the car
a penny a point ain't a-nobody keepin' score
Say won't you pass that there paper bag that's the bottle
them wheels rumblin' under that floor
And the of Pullman porters
And the of engineers
Ride their daddy's carpet made out of steel
Mamas with babies asleepin'
Are rockin' to the gentle
And the rhythm of the rockin' rails is all they

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

Night-time on The 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 and all the people seem
To fade into a bad ol' dream
But the steel rail, well he still ain't heard news
Conductor's a-singin' that again
Sayin' "Passengers please refrain
"This train got the disappearin' railroad blues"

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

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Mamas with their asleepin'
Are rockin' to the beat
And the rhythm of the rockin' is all they feel

with their babies asleepin'
Are rockin' to the beat
And the rhythm of the rockin' rails is all feel

Yeah.