Luyện nghe bài hát City Of New Orleans

Ridin' on the city of New
Illinois Monday mornin' rail
Fifteen and fifteen restless 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' that have no name
Freight yards of old black men
And the graveyards of rusted

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

Dealin' games with the old men in the club car
a point ain't nobody keepin' score
Pass the bag that holds the bottle
Feel the wheels 'neath the floor
And the sons of pullman
And the sons of
Ride their daddy's carpet make of steel
Mothers with their asleep
Are rockin' to the gentle
And the rhythm of the rails is all they

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 hundred miles when the day is done

Nighttime on the of New Orleans
cars 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 ain't heard the news
The conductor that song again
The passengers please refrain
This train's got the disappearin' railroad

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