Luyện nghe bài hát City of New Orleans

(Steve Goodman)

Ridin' on The City of New
Illinois Monday morning rail
Fifteen cars and fifteen riders
Two conductors and sacks a' mail
All along the odyssey
The train pulls out at
And moves on along past houses, farms and
Passin' trains what ain't got no
Switch yards a' old black men
And the graveyards full of them rusted

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 hundred miles when the day is

A-dealin' cards an old man down in the club car
Just a penny a point ain't keepin' score
Say won't you pass that there paper bag that's a-wrappin' the
them wheels rumblin' under that floor
And the sons of porters
And the sons of
Ride their daddy's magical carpet made out of
Mamas with their babies
Are to the gentle beat
And the rhythm of the rockin' is all they feel

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

on The City of New Orleans
A-changin' cars a-down in Memphis,
Well, a way home, and a we gonna be there by mornin'
Through the Mississippi
Rollin' down to sea
Now all a' them towns and all the seem
To fade away into a bad ol'
But the steel rail, well he still heard that news
Conductor's a-singin' that again
Sayin' "Passengers please refrain
"This done got the disappearin' railroad blues"

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

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

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

Yeah.