Luyện nghe bài hát City Of New Orleans

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

All along the southbound odyssey the train out at Kankakee
And rolls along past houses, and fields
trains that have no names and freight yards full of old black men
And the of the rusted 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 I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is

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
the wheels rumblin' 'neath the floor

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

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
I'll be gone five 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 rolling down to the sea

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

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