Luyện nghe bài hát City Of New Orleans

Riding on the City of New Orleans Illinois Central morning rail
Fisteen cars and fifteen riders
Three conductors and sacks of mail
All along the southbound odyssey the train pulls out of
And moves past houses farms and fields
Passing trains that have no name and freighyards full of old men
And the graveyards full of automobiles

Good morning how are ya
Say don't you know me I'm native son
I'm a train they call the of New Orleans
I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is

Dealing games with an old man on the club car
Many a point and no one score
Pass that paper bag that the bottle
Feel the a rumbling neath the floor
And the sons of poor men porters and the of engineers
their father's magic carpet made of steel
Mothers with their babes asleep rocking to that beat
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 by morning
Through the Mississippi darkness rolling to the sea
But all the towns and people seem to fade into a bad
And the steel rails ain't heard the news
The conductor sings his song again the passengers please refrain
This train's got the railroad blues
Good America...