Luyện nghe bài hát City of New Orleans

(Steve Goodman)

Ridin' on The of New Orleans
Central Monday morning rail
Fifteen cars and fifteen riders
Two conductors and a-twenty-five a' mail
All along the southbound
The train pulls out at
And moves on along past houses, farms and
trains what ain't got no names
Switch yards a' old black men
And the graveyards full of rusted automobiles

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 hundred miles when the day is done

A-dealin' cards an old man down in the club car
Just a penny a point ain't a-nobody keepin'
Say won't you pass that there paper bag a-wrappin' the bottle
Feel them wheels rumblin' that floor
And the sons of porters
And the of engineers
Ride their magical carpet made out of steel
Mamas with their asleepin'
Are rockin' to the 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 train they call The of New Orleans
And I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is

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

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

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

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

Yeah.