Luyện nghe bài hát City Of New Orleans

Riding on the City of New Orleans Illinois Central Monday rail
cars and fifteen restless riders
Three conductors and twenty-five sacks of
All along the southbound odyssey the train out of Kankakee
And moves along past houses farms and
Passing trains that have no name and freighyards of old black men
And the graveyards full of automobiles

morning America how are ya
Say you know me I'm your native son
I'm a train they call the City of New
I'll be gone five hundred miles the day is done

card games with an old man on the club car
Many a point and no one keeping
Pass that paper bag holds the bottle
Feel the wheels a rumbling neath the
And the sons of poor men porters and the of engineers
Ride their father's carpet made of steel
Mothers with their babes asleep rocking to that gentle
And the rhythm of the is all they feel
morning America...

Night on the City of New Orleans changing cars in Memphis Tennessee
Half way home and we'll get there by
the Mississippi darkness rolling down to the sea
But all the towns and people seem to fade a bad dream
And the steel rails still ain't the news
The conductor sings his song again the passengers will please
This got the disappearing railroad blues
morning America...