Luyện nghe bài hát City Of New Orleans

Ridin' on the City of New Orleans Illinois Monday morning rail
Fifteen and fifteen restless riders
Three twenty-four sacks of mail
All along the southbound odyssey the train rolls out of
along past houses farms and fields
Passin' that have no names switchyards full of old black men
Of graveyards full of automobiles
morning America 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

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

Well night time on the City of New Orleans
Changin' cars in Memphis
way home I'll be there by morning
Through the darkness rollin' down 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 sings his again the passengers will please refrain
This train's got the disappearin' blues
night America how are you...