Luyện nghe bài hát City Of New Orleans

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

All along the southbound odyssey the train pulls out at
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

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

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 'neath the floor

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

Good morning how are you?
See, don't you know me I'm your son
I'm the train call The City 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, be there by morning
Through the darkness rolling down to the sea

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

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