Luyện nghe bài hát City Of New Orleans

Riding on the of New Orleans
Illinois Central Monday rail
Fifteen cars and fifteen restless
Three conductors and twenty-five sacks of

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

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

Dealin' games with the old men in the club car
Penny a ain't no one keepin' score
Pass the paper bag holds the bottle
the wheels rumblin' 'neath the floor

And the sons of pullman and the sons of engineers
Ride their magic carpets made of steel
Mothers with their babes asleep are rockin' to the beat
And the rhythm of the rails is all feel

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

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

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

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