Luyện nghe bài hát City Of New Orleans

Riding on the City of New Illinois Central Monday morning rail
Fisteen and fifteen restless riders
Three and twenty-five sacks of mail
All along the odyssey the train pulls out of Kankakee
And moves along houses farms and fields
trains that have no name and freighyards full of old black men
And the full of rusted automobiles

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

Dealing card with an old man on the club car
Many a point and no one score
Pass that bag that holds the bottle
the wheels a rumbling neath the floor
And the sons of poor men porters and the sons of
their father's magic carpet made of steel
Mothers with their babes rocking to that gentle beat
And the rhythm of the is all they feel
Good America...

Night time on the City of New Orleans changing in Memphis Tennessee
way home and we'll get there 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 rails still ain't the news
The conductor sings his song again the passengers will refrain
This train's got the railroad blues
Good America...