Luyện nghe bài hát City Of New Orleans

Ridin' on the City of New Orleans Central Monday morning rail
Fifteen cars and fifteen restless
Three twenty-four sacks of mail
All along the southbound odyssey the train out of Kankakee
along past houses farms and fields
Passin' trains that have no switchyards full of old black men
Of graveyards full of rusted
Good America how are you
don't 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

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

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