Luyện nghe bài hát City of New Orleans

(Steve Goodman)

Ridin' on The City of New
Illinois Central Monday morning
cars and fifteen restless 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
Passin' trains ain't got no names
yards full a' old black men
And the graveyards of them rusted automobiles

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

A-dealin' cards with an old man down in the 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 rumblin' under that floor
And the sons of porters
And the of engineers
Ride their magical carpet made out of steel
Mamas their babies asleepin'
Are to the gentle beat
And the rhythm of the rockin' rails is all feel

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 five hundred miles when the day is

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

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

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

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

Yeah.