Luyện nghe bài hát City Of New Orleans

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

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

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

And the sons of pullman porters and the sons of
Ride their magic carpets made of steel
Mothers with their babes asleep are to the gentle beat
And the of the rails is all they feel

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

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

But all the towns and people to fade into a bad dream
And the steel 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 me I'm your native son
I'm the train they The City of New Orleans
I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is