Luyện nghe bài hát City Of New Orleans

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

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

Well it's night on the City of New Orleans
cars in Memphis Tennessee
Half way home I'll be there by
Through the Mississippi darkness 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
train's got the disappearin' railroad blues
Good night how are you...