Luyện nghe bài hát City Of New Orleans

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

All along the southbound odyssey the pulls out at Kankakee
And rolls past houses, farms and fields
Passin' trains that have no names and freight 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 The City of New Orleans
And I'll be gone five hundred when the day is done

Dealin' card with 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 and the sons of engineers
Ride their father's magic carpets made of
Mothers with their babes asleep are rockin' to the 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 train they The City of New Orleans
I'll be gone five miles when the day is done

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

But all the towns and seem to fade into a bad dream
And the rails still ain't heard the news
The conductor sings his song again, the passengers 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 they call The City of New Orleans
I'll be gone five miles when the day is done