Luyện nghe bài hát City Of New Orleans

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

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

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

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

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

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

Nighttime on The of New Orleans
Changing in Memphis, Tennessee
Half way home, be there by morning
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 got the disappearing railroad blues

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