Luyện nghe bài hát City Of New Orleans

Ridin' on the City of New Illinois Central Monday morning rail
cars and fifteen restless riders
Three conductors sacks of mail
All along the southbound odyssey the rolls out of Kankakee
Rolls along past houses farms and
Passin' trains that no names switchyards full of old black men
Of graveyards full of automobiles
Good morning how are you
don't you know me I'm your native son
I'm the train they call the of New Orleans
I'll be five hundred miles when the day is done

Playin' games with an old man on the club car
Many a point no one's keepin'
that paper bag that holds the bottle
Feel the wheels a rumblin' neath the
And the of poor men porters and the sons of engineers
their father's magic carpet made of steel
Mothers with their babes rockin' to that 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' in Memphis Tennessee
Half way home I'll be there by
the Mississippi darkness rollin' down to the sea
And all the and people seem to fade into a bad dream
And the steel rails still ain't the news
The conductor sings his songs again the passengers will please
This train's got the disappearin' blues
night America how are you...