Luyện nghe bài hát City of New Orleans

(Steve Goodman)

Ridin' on The of New Orleans
Illinois Central Monday rail
Fifteen cars and restless riders
Two conductors and a-twenty-five sacks a'
All along the southbound
The train pulls out at
And moves on along past houses, and fields
Passin' trains ain't got no names
yards 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 native son
I'm the train they call The City of New
And I'll be gone five hundred miles the day is done

A-dealin' with an old man down in the club car
Just a a point ain't a-nobody keepin' score
Say won't you pass that there paper bag that's 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 their babies asleepin'
Are rockin' to the gentle
And the rhythm of the rockin' rails is all feel

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 gone five miles when the day is done

Night-time on The City of New
A-changin' a-down in Memphis, Tennessee
Well, a half way home, and a we be there by mornin'
the Mississippi darkness
Rollin' to that sea
Now all a' them towns and all the people
To away into a bad ol' dream
But the steel rail, well he ain't heard that news
Conductor's that song again
Sayin' "Passengers will please
"This train done got the disappearin' blues"

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

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Mamas with their asleepin'
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.