Luyện nghe bài hát City Of New Orleans

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

All along the odyssey the train pulls out at Kankakee
And rolls along houses, farms and fields
Passin' that have 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 native son
I'm the train they The City of New Orleans
And be gone five hundred miles when the day is done

Dealin' games with the old men in the club car
Penny a point no one keepin' score
Pass the paper bag that holds the
Feel the wheels rumblin' the floor

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

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

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

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

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