Luyện nghe bài hát City Of New Orleans

Ridin' on the of New Orleans
Illinois Central Monday mornin'
Fifteen cars and fifteen restless
Three conductors, sacks of mail
Out on the southbound
The pulls out of Kakakee
And it rolls past houses, farms and fields
towns that have no name
Freight full of old black men
And the of rusted automobiles

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

Dealin' card with the old men in the club car
Penny a point ain't nobody keepin'
Pass the bag that holds the bottle
Feel the wheels 'neath the floor
And the of pullman porters
And the sons of
Ride their daddy's magic carpet make of
Mothers their babes asleep
Are rockin' to the gentle
And the rhythm of the rails is all 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
be gone five hundred miles when the day is done

Nighttime on the city of New
cars in Memphis, Tennessee
Halfway home and we'll be by mornin'
Thru the Mississippi rollin' down to the sea
But all the and people seem to fade into a bad dream
And the steel rail still heard the news
The sings that song again
The will please 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 five hundred miles when the day is done