Luyện nghe bài hát City Of New Orleans

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

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

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

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

Good America how are you?
See, you know 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

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

But all the towns and people seem to fade a bad dream
And the steel rails still ain't heard the
The conductor his song again, the passengers will please refrain
This train's got the disappearing 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 five hundred miles when the day is done