Luyện nghe bài hát City Of New Orleans

Riding on the City Of New
Illinois Central, Monday rail
Fifteen and fifteen restless riders
Three twenty-five sacks of mail
All the southbound odyssey - the train pulls out of Kankakee
And rolls along past houses, farms, and
Passing trains that have no name, and freight full 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 they the City Of New Orleans
I'll be gone hundred miles when the day is done

Dealing card with the old man in the Club Car
Penny a point - ain't no one keeping
Pass the paper bag holds the bottle
Feel the wheels rumbling the floor
And the sons of Pullman Porters, and the sons of
Ride father's magic carpets made of steel
And, mothers with their babes asleep rocking to the beat
And the rhythm of the rails is all they

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 hundred miles when the day is done

Night time on the Of New Orleans
Changing cars in Memphis
Halfway home - be there by morning
Through the Mississippi darkness, down to the sea
But, all the towns and seem to fade into a bad dream
And the steel rail ain't heard the news
The sings his songs again - the passengers will please refrain
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 they call the City Of New
be gone five hundred miles when the day is done