Luyện nghe bài hát City of New Orleans

(Steve Goodman)

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

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 hundred miles when the day is done

cards with an old man down in the club car
Just a penny a ain't a-nobody keepin' score
Say won't you pass that there bag that's a-wrappin' the bottle
Feel wheels rumblin' under that floor
And the sons of Pullman
And the sons of
Ride their magical carpet made out of steel
Mamas their babies asleepin'
Are rockin' to the gentle
And the rhythm of the rockin' rails is all feel

Good America, how are ya?
Well, a don'tcha know me? I'm native son
I'm the they call The City 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 there by
Through the Mississippi
down to that sea
Now all a' them and all the people seem
To fade 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 please
"This train got the disappearin' railroad blues"

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

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

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

Yeah.