Luyện nghe bài hát City Of New Orleans

Ridin' on the of New Orleans
Illinois Central mornin' rail
Fifteen cars and restless riders
conductors, twenty-five sacks of mail
Out on the odyssey
The train pulls out of
And it along past houses, farms and fields
Passin' towns that have no
Freight full of old black men
And the graveyards of 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 hundred miles when the day is done

Dealin' card with the old men in the club car
Penny a point ain't keepin' score
Pass the paper bag that the bottle
the wheels rumblin' 'neath the floor
And the sons of porters
And the sons of
Ride their magic carpet make of steel
Mothers with their asleep
Are rockin' to the gentle
And the rhythm of the rails is all feel

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

on the city of New Orleans
Changin' in Memphis, Tennessee
home and we'll be there by mornin'
Thru the Mississippi rollin' down to the sea
But all the towns and people seem to fade into a bad
And the steel still ain't heard the news
The conductor sings that song
The passengers will please
This got the disappearin' railroad blues

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