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 conductors and a-twenty-five a' mail
All along the odyssey
The pulls out at Kankakee
And moves on along houses, farms and fields
Passin' what ain't got no names
Switch yards full a' old men
And the graveyards full of them 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 hundred miles when the day is done

A-dealin' with 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' under that
And the sons of Pullman
And the of engineers
Ride their daddy's magical carpet out of steel
Mamas their babies asleepin'
Are to the gentle beat
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 train they call The of New Orleans
And I'll be gone five miles when the day is done

Night-time on The of New Orleans
A-changin' a-down in Memphis, Tennessee
Well, a way home, and a we gonna be there by mornin'
Through the Mississippi
Rollin' down to sea
Now all a' them towns and all the seem
To away into a bad ol' dream
But the steel rail, well he still ain't that news
a-singin' that song again
Sayin' "Passengers 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 they call The City of New Orleans
And I'll be gone hundred miles when the day is done

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Mamas with 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.