Luyện nghe bài hát City Of New Orleans

Ridin' on the of New Orleans
Illinois Central mornin' rail
Fifteen cars and fifteen riders
Three conductors, twenty-five sacks of
Out on the odyssey
The train out of Kakakee
And it rolls past houses, farms and fields
Passin' towns that have no
Freight yards full of old men
And the of rusted automobiles

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

Dealin' games with the old men in the club car
Penny a point nobody keepin' score
the paper bag that holds the bottle
Feel the wheels rumblin' the floor
And the of pullman porters
And the of engineers
Ride their daddy's magic carpet of steel
Mothers with their asleep
Are rockin' to the gentle
And the rhythm of the rails is all they

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

Nighttime on the of New Orleans
Changin' cars in Memphis,
Halfway home and be there by mornin'
Thru the Mississippi darkness down to the sea
But all the towns and people to fade into a bad dream
And the steel rail still ain't heard the
The conductor sings that song
The passengers please refrain
This train's got the railroad blues

Good morning, America, how are
Say, you know me, I'm your native son
I'm the train they call the city of New
I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is