Luyện nghe bài hát City Of New Orleans

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

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

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

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

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

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

on The City of New Orleans
Changing in Memphis, Tennessee
Half way home, be there by morning
Through the darkness rolling down to the sea

But all the towns and people seem to fade a bad dream
And the steel still ain't heard 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 know me I'm native son
I'm the train call The City of New Orleans
I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is