Luyện nghe bài hát City of New Orleans

(Steve Goodman)

Ridin' on The City of New
Illinois Central morning rail
Fifteen cars and fifteen riders
Two conductors and a-twenty-five sacks a'
All along the odyssey
The train out at Kankakee
And moves on past houses, farms and fields
Passin' what ain't got no names
Switch yards full a' old men
And the graveyards full of rusted automobiles

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

cards with an old man down in the club car
Just a penny a point ain't keepin' score
Say won't you pass that paper bag that's a-wrappin' the bottle
Feel them wheels rumblin' under that
And the sons of Pullman
And the of engineers
Ride their daddy's carpet made out of steel
Mamas with their asleepin'
Are to the gentle beat
And the rhythm of the rails is all they feel

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

on The City of New Orleans
A-changin' cars in Memphis, Tennessee
Well, a half way home, and a we gonna be by mornin'
Through the Mississippi
down to that sea
Now all a' them towns and all the people
To fade into a bad ol' dream
But the steel rail, he still ain't heard that news
Conductor's a-singin' song again
"Passengers will please 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 five 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 rockin' rails is all they

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

Yeah.