Luyện nghe bài hát City of New Orleans

(Steve Goodman)

Ridin' on The City of New
Illinois Monday morning rail
Fifteen cars and fifteen restless
Two conductors and sacks a' mail
All the southbound odyssey
The train pulls out at
And moves on along past houses, farms and
Passin' what ain't got no names
Switch yards a' old black men
And the full 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 City of New
And I'll be gone five miles when the day is done

A-dealin' cards with an old man in the club car
Just a penny a point a-nobody keepin' score
Say won't you pass that there paper bag a-wrappin' the bottle
Feel them wheels rumblin' that floor
And the of Pullman porters
And the of engineers
Ride their magical carpet made out of steel
Mamas with their asleepin'
Are rockin' to the gentle
And the rhythm of the rockin' rails is all they

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

Night-time on The of New Orleans
cars a-down in Memphis, Tennessee
Well, a half way home, and a we be there by mornin'
the Mississippi darkness
Rollin' down to sea
Now all a' them towns and all the seem
To fade into a bad ol' dream
But the steel rail, he still ain't heard that news
Conductor's a-singin' that again
Sayin' "Passengers will refrain
"This train done got the railroad blues"

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 the day is done

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

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

Yeah.