Luyện nghe bài hát City Of New Orleans

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

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

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

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

Night time on the Of New Orleans
Changing in Memphis Tennessee
Halfway home - be there by morning
Through the Mississippi darkness, rolling to the sea
But, all the towns and people seem to fade a bad dream
And the steel rail still heard the news
The conductor sings his songs again - the 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
I'll be gone hundred miles when the day is done