Luyện nghe bài hát City Of New Orleans

Ridin' on the of New Orleans
Illinois Monday mornin' rail
cars and fifteen restless riders
Three conductors, twenty-five of mail
Out on the southbound
The train out of Kakakee
And it along past houses, farms and fields
towns that have no name
Freight yards full of old men
And the of rusted automobiles

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

card games with the old men in the club car
Penny a ain't nobody keepin' score
Pass the paper bag holds the bottle
Feel the wheels rumblin' 'neath the
And the sons of pullman
And the of engineers
Ride their daddy's magic 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 know me, I'm native son
I'm the train they call the city of New
I'll be gone five hundred miles the day is done

Nighttime on the city of New
Changin' in Memphis, Tennessee
Halfway home and we'll be there by
the Mississippi darkness rollin' down to the sea
But all the towns and people seem to fade into a bad
And the steel rail still ain't the news
The conductor sings song again
The passengers will refrain
This train's got the disappearin' blues

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