Luyện nghe bài hát City Of New Orleans

Riding on the of New Orleans
Illinois Central morning rail
Fifteen cars and fifteen restless
Three conductors and twenty-five sacks of

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

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

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

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

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

Nighttime on The City of New
Changing cars in Memphis,
way home, we'll be there by morning
Through the darkness rolling down to the sea

But all the and people seem to fade into a bad dream
And the steel still ain't heard the news
The conductor sings his 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 they call The City of New Orleans
I'll be gone five hundred miles the day is done