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 odyssey
The pulls out at Kankakee
And moves on along past houses, and fields
Passin' what ain't got no names
Switch yards full a' old 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 The City 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 ain't a-nobody keepin' score
Say won't you pass there paper bag that's a-wrappin' the bottle
Feel them wheels under that floor
And the sons of porters
And the of engineers
Ride daddy's magical carpet made out of steel
Mamas with babies asleepin'
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 train call The City of New Orleans
And I'll be gone five hundred miles the day is done

Night-time on The City of New
A-changin' cars a-down in Memphis,
Well, a half way home, and a we gonna be by mornin'
the Mississippi darkness
Rollin' down to sea
Now all a' them towns and all the people
To away into a bad ol' dream
But the steel rail, he still ain't heard that news
Conductor's a-singin' that song
Sayin' "Passengers will please
"This done 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 The City of New Orleans
And I'll be gone five hundred miles the day is done

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

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

Yeah.