Luyện nghe bài hát City Of New Orleans

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

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

Dealin' games with the old men in the club car
a point ain't nobody keepin' score
Pass the paper bag that holds the
Feel the rumblin' 'neath the floor
And the sons of porters
And the of engineers
Ride their magic carpet make of steel
with their babes asleep
Are to the gentle beat
And the of the rails is all they feel

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

on the city of New Orleans
Changin' cars in Memphis,
Halfway home and we'll be there by
Thru the darkness rollin' down to the sea
But all the towns and people to fade into a bad dream
And the rail still ain't heard the news
The conductor sings song again
The will please refrain
train's got the disappearin' railroad blues

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
be gone five hundred miles when the day is done