Luyện nghe bài hát City of New Orleans

(Steve Goodman)

Ridin' on The City of New
Illinois Central morning rail
Fifteen and fifteen restless riders
Two conductors and a-twenty-five a' mail
All along the odyssey
The pulls out at Kankakee
And moves on along past houses, and fields
Passin' trains what ain't got no
Switch full a' old black men
And the graveyards 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 of New Orleans
And I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is

A-dealin' cards an old man down in the club car
a penny a point ain't a-nobody keepin' score
Say won't you pass there paper bag that's a-wrappin' the bottle
Feel them wheels rumblin' that floor
And the sons of Pullman
And the of engineers
Ride their daddy's magical carpet out of steel
Mamas with their babies
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 they call The City of New Orleans
And I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is

Night-time on The City of New
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 steel rail, well he ain't heard that news
a-singin' that song again
Sayin' "Passengers 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 they call The of New Orleans
And be gone five hundred miles when the day is done

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Mamas with their babies
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 rockin' rails is all feel

Yeah.