Luyện nghe bài hát City of New Orleans

(Steve Goodman)

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

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

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 there paper bag that's a-wrappin' the bottle
them wheels rumblin' under that floor
And the of Pullman porters
And the sons of
Ride their daddy's magical carpet 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 know me? I'm your son
I'm the train they call The City of New
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'
Through the Mississippi
Rollin' down to sea
Now all a' them and all the people seem
To fade away a bad ol' dream
But the steel rail, well he ain't heard that news
Conductor's a-singin' song again
Sayin' "Passengers will please
"This train done got the 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 when the day is

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

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

Yeah.