Luyện nghe bài hát City Of New Orleans

Ridin' on the City of New Orleans Illinois Central Monday rail
Fifteen cars and fifteen riders
Three twenty-four sacks of mail
All along the southbound the train rolls out of Kankakee
Rolls along houses farms and fields
Passin' trains that have no names switchyards full of old men
Of full of rusted automobiles
Good morning how are you
Said you know me I'm your native son
I'm the train they the City of New Orleans
I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is

Playin' card games an old man on the club car
Many a no one's keepin' score
Pass paper bag that holds the bottle
the wheels a rumblin' neath the floor
And the sons of poor men porters and the sons of
their father's magic carpet made of steel
Mothers with their babes asleep rockin' to that beat
And the rhythm of the is all they feel
Good America how are you...

Well it's time on the City of New Orleans
Changin' cars in Memphis
way home I'll be there by morning
Through the Mississippi darkness rollin' to the sea
And all the towns and people to fade into a bad dream
And the steel still ain't heard the news
The conductor his songs again the passengers will please refrain
This got the disappearin' railroad blues
Good America how are you...