Luyện nghe bài hát City of New Orleans

(Steve Goodman)

Ridin' on The of New Orleans
Illinois Central morning rail
Fifteen cars and restless riders
Two conductors and a-twenty-five a' mail
All along the odyssey
The train out at Kankakee
And moves on along past houses, farms and
Passin' trains what got no names
Switch yards full a' old men
And the graveyards full of 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 five hundred miles when the day is done

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

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

Night-time on The City of New
cars a-down in Memphis, Tennessee
Well, a half way home, and a we gonna be there by
Through the Mississippi
Rollin' to that sea
Now all a' towns and all the people seem
To away into a bad ol' dream
But the steel rail, well he ain't heard that news
Conductor's a-singin' that again
Sayin' "Passengers will refrain
"This train done got the disappearin' blues"

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

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

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

Yeah.