Luyện nghe bài hát City Of New Orleans

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

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

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

Dealin' card games the old men in the club car
Penny a point no one keepin' score
Pass the paper bag holds the bottle
Feel the rumblin' 'neath the floor

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

Good America how are you?
See, you know 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 City of New
Changing in Memphis, Tennessee
Half way home, we'll be by morning
Through the Mississippi darkness rolling to the sea

But all the towns and people seem to into a bad dream
And the rails still ain't heard the news
The conductor sings his song again, the passengers will please
This train's got the railroad blues

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