Luyện nghe bài hát City Of New Orleans

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

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

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
And be gone five hundred miles 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 that holds the
Feel the wheels 'neath the floor

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

Good morning America how are
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

Nighttime on The of New Orleans
cars in Memphis, Tennessee
Half way home, be there by morning
Through the 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 his song again, the passengers will 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 call The City of New Orleans
I'll be gone five miles when the day is done