Luyện nghe bài hát City Of New Orleans

Riding on the of New Orleans
Central Monday morning rail
Fifteen cars and fifteen riders
Three conductors and twenty-five of mail

All along the southbound odyssey the pulls out at Kankakee
And rolls along houses, farms and fields
Passin' trains that have no names and freight yards full of old men
And the graveyards of the rusted

morning America how are you?
See, don't you know me I'm your son
I'm the train they call The City of New
And I'll be gone five miles when the day is done

Dealin' card with the old men in the club car
a point ain't no one keepin' score
Pass the paper bag that the bottle
Feel the wheels 'neath the floor

And the sons of pullman porters and the of engineers
Ride father's magic carpets made of steel
with their babes asleep are rockin' to the gentle beat
And the of the rails is all they feel

Good morning how are you?
See, don't you know me I'm native son
I'm the they call The City of New Orleans
I'll be gone five miles when the day is done

on The City of New Orleans
Changing cars in Memphis,
Half way home, we'll be by morning
Through the darkness rolling down to the sea

But all the towns and people seem to fade into a bad
And the steel rails ain't heard the news
The conductor sings his song again, the passengers will please
This got the disappearing railroad blues

America, how are ya?
See, don't you know me I'm your son
I'm the they call The City of New Orleans
be gone five hundred miles when the day is done