Luyện nghe bài hát City Of New Orleans

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

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

Dealing card games with the old man in the Car
Penny a - ain't no one keeping score
Pass the paper bag that holds the
Feel the wheels rumbling 'neath the
And the of Pullman Porters, and the sons of Engineers
Ride their father's magic carpets of steel
And, mothers with their asleep rocking 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 call the City Of New Orleans
I'll be gone hundred miles when the day is done

Night on the City Of New Orleans
Changing in Memphis Tennessee
Halfway - we'll 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

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