Luyện nghe bài hát City of New Orleans

(Steve Goodman)

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

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

A-dealin' cards 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 a-wrappin' the bottle
Feel them wheels rumblin' under floor
And the sons of Pullman
And the of engineers
Ride their daddy's carpet made out of steel
Mamas with their asleepin'
Are rockin' to the gentle
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 call The City of New Orleans
And I'll be gone five miles when the day is done

on The City of New Orleans
A-changin' a-down in Memphis, Tennessee
Well, a way home, and a we gonna be there by mornin'
Through the darkness
Rollin' down to sea
Now all a' towns and all the people seem
To away into a bad ol' dream
But the steel rail, well he still heard that news
a-singin' that song again
Sayin' "Passengers will refrain
"This train got the disappearin' railroad blues"

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

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

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

Yeah.