Luyện nghe bài hát City Of New Orleans

Riding on the Of New Orleans
Illinois Central, morning rail
Fifteen and fifteen restless riders
Three Conductors; sacks of mail
All along the southbound - the train pulls out of Kankakee
And rolls past houses, farms, and fields
trains that have no name, and freight yards full of old black men
And the graveyards of the automobile

Good morning, America, how are
Say, don't you me? I'm your native son
I'm the train they the City Of New Orleans
I'll be gone five hundred when the day is done

Dealing card games with the old man in the Car
Penny a point - no one keeping score
Pass the paper bag that the bottle
the wheels rumbling 'neath the floor
And the sons of Porters, and the sons of Engineers
Ride their father's magic carpets made of
And, mothers with their babes asleep to the gentle beat
And the rhythm of the rails is all feel

morning, America, how are you?
Say, you know me? I'm your native son
I'm the train they the City Of New Orleans
I'll be gone hundred miles when the day is done

Night time on the Of New Orleans
Changing in Memphis Tennessee
Halfway home - we'll be by morning
Through the Mississippi darkness, down to the sea
But, all the towns and people seem to fade into a bad
And the steel rail still heard the news
The conductor sings his songs again - the passengers will please
train got the disappearing railroad blues

Good night, America, how are
Say, don't you me? I'm your native son
I'm the train they call the City Of New
I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is