Luyện nghe bài hát City Of New Orleans

Ridin' on the city of New
Central Monday mornin' rail
Fifteen cars and fifteen riders
Three conductors, sacks of mail
Out on the odyssey
The train pulls out of
And it rolls along houses, farms and fields
Passin' towns that no name
Freight yards full of old men
And the of rusted automobiles

morning, America, how are you?
Say, 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

Dealin' card with the old men in the club car
Penny a point nobody keepin' score
the paper bag that holds the bottle
Feel the rumblin' 'neath the floor
And the sons of porters
And the of engineers
Ride their daddy's magic carpet make of
Mothers with their babes
Are rockin' to the beat
And the of the rails is all they feel

morning, America, how are you?
Say don't you know me, I'm your son
I'm the train they call the city of New
I'll be gone hundred miles when the day is done

Nighttime on the of New Orleans
Changin' in Memphis, Tennessee
Halfway home and be there by mornin'
Thru the Mississippi darkness down to the sea
But all the towns and people seem to fade a bad dream
And the rail still ain't heard the news
The conductor sings that again
The passengers will please
This got the disappearin' railroad blues

Good morning, America, how are
Say, don't you me, I'm your native son
I'm the train they call the of New Orleans
be gone five hundred miles when the day is done