Luyện nghe bài hát City of New Orleans

(Steve Goodman)

Ridin' on The City of New
Illinois Monday morning rail
Fifteen and fifteen restless riders
Two and a-twenty-five sacks a' mail
All along the southbound
The train pulls out at
And moves on along houses, farms and fields
trains what ain't got no names
Switch full a' old black men
And the graveyards of them rusted automobiles

Good America, how are ya?
Well, a know me? I'm your native son
I'm the train they call The 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 a-nobody keepin' score
Say won't you pass that there paper bag a-wrappin' the bottle
them wheels rumblin' under that floor
And the sons of Pullman
And the of engineers
their daddy's magical carpet made out of steel
Mamas with their babies
Are rockin' to the beat
And the rhythm of the rockin' rails is all they

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 hundred miles 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 there by
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 rail, well he still ain't heard that news
Conductor's that song again
Sayin' "Passengers please refrain
"This train done got the railroad blues"

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 hundred miles when the day is

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

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

Yeah.