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

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

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

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

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

Nighttime on The City of New
Changing in Memphis, Tennessee
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 a bad dream
And the rails still ain't heard the news
The conductor sings his song again, the will please refrain
This got the disappearing railroad blues

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