Luyện nghe bài hát City Of New Orleans

Riding on the City of New
Illinois Central morning rail
cars and fifteen restless riders
Three and twenty-five sacks of mail

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

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

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

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

Good morning how are you?
See, you know me I'm your native son
I'm the train call The City of New Orleans
be gone five hundred miles when the day is done

Nighttime on The of New Orleans
Changing in Memphis, Tennessee
way home, we'll be there 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 still ain't the news
The conductor sings his song again, the will please refrain
This train's got the disappearing railroad

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