Luyện nghe bài hát City Of New Orleans

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

Good America 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 when the day is done

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

time on the City of New Orleans changing cars in Memphis Tennessee
Half way home and we'll get by morning
Through the Mississippi rolling down to the sea
But all the towns and people seem to fade a bad dream
And the steel rails still heard the news
The sings his song again the passengers will please refrain
train's got the disappearing railroad blues
Good America...