Luyện nghe bài hát City Of New Orleans

Riding on the City Of New
Illinois Central, Monday rail
Fifteen cars and fifteen restless
Three Conductors; sacks of mail
All along the southbound odyssey - the train out of Kankakee
And rolls along past houses, farms, and
Passing trains that no name, and freight yards full of old black men
And the of the rusted automobile

morning, 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 five hundred miles when the day is done

card games with the old man in the Club Car
Penny a - ain't no one keeping score
Pass the paper bag that holds the
Feel the rumbling 'neath the floor
And the sons of Porters, and the sons of Engineers
Ride their father's carpets made of steel
And, mothers with their babes asleep rocking to the gentle
And the rhythm of the rails is all they

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 five hundred miles when the day is done

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 steel rail still heard the news
The conductor sings his songs again - the passengers will please
This train got the disappearing blues

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