Luyện nghe bài hát City of New Orleans

(Steve Goodman)

Ridin' on The of New Orleans
Central Monday morning rail
Fifteen cars and fifteen restless
Two conductors and sacks a' mail
All the southbound odyssey
The pulls out at Kankakee
And moves on along houses, farms and fields
Passin' trains what got no names
yards full a' old black men
And the graveyards of them rusted automobiles

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 five hundred miles when the day is done

cards with an old man down in the club car
Just a penny a point a-nobody keepin' score
Say won't you pass that paper bag that's a-wrappin' the bottle
them wheels rumblin' under that floor
And the sons of Pullman
And the of engineers
Ride their daddy's magical carpet made out of
with their babies asleepin'
Are to the gentle beat
And the rhythm of the rockin' rails is all they

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 miles when the day is done

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

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

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Mamas their 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 beat
And the of the rockin' rails is all they feel

Yeah.