Luyện nghe bài hát City of New Orleans

(Steve Goodman)

Ridin' on The of New Orleans
Illinois Monday morning rail
Fifteen cars and fifteen riders
Two conductors and a-twenty-five sacks a'
All along the southbound
The train out at Kankakee
And moves on past houses, farms and fields
Passin' trains ain't got no names
Switch full a' old black men
And the graveyards full of them automobiles

mornin' 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 five hundred miles when the day is

A-dealin' with an old man down in the club car
Just a penny a point ain't a-nobody score
Say won't you pass that there paper bag that's a-wrappin' the
Feel them wheels rumblin' under floor
And the sons of Pullman
And the of engineers
Ride their magical 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 don'tcha me? I'm your native son
I'm the train they The City of New Orleans
And I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is

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

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

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

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

Yeah.