Luyện nghe bài hát City Of New Orleans

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

morning, America, how are you?
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 miles when the day is done

Dealing games with the old man in the Club Car
a point - ain't no one keeping score
Pass the bag that holds the bottle
Feel the wheels rumbling the floor
And the of Pullman Porters, and the sons of Engineers
Ride father's magic carpets made of steel
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, don't you know me? I'm native son
I'm the train they call the Of New Orleans
I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is

time on the City Of New Orleans
Changing in Memphis Tennessee
Halfway home - be there by morning
Through the darkness, rolling down to the sea
But, all the towns and people to fade into a bad dream
And the rail still ain't heard the news
The conductor sings his songs again - the passengers please refrain
This got the disappearing railroad blues

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