Luyện nghe bài hát City Of New Orleans

Riding on the of New Orleans
Illinois Monday morning rail
Fifteen cars and restless riders
Three conductors and 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 automobiles

Good morning America how are
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 miles the day is done

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

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

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

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

But all the and people seem to fade into a bad dream
And the steel rails still heard the news
The conductor sings his song again, the passengers will refrain
This train's got the disappearing railroad

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