Luyện nghe bài hát City Of New Orleans

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

All along the southbound odyssey the train out at Kankakee
And rolls along houses, farms and fields
trains that have no names and freight yards full of old black men
And the of the rusted automobiles

Good morning how are you?
See, don't you know me I'm 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' games with the old men in the club 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 is all they feel

Good morning America how are
See, you know me I'm your native son
I'm the train they call The of New Orleans
I'll be five hundred miles when the day is done

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

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