Luyện nghe bài hát City Of New Orleans

Riding on the City of New Orleans Illinois Monday morning rail
Fisteen and fifteen restless riders
Three and twenty-five sacks of mail
All the southbound odyssey the train pulls out of Kankakee
And moves along 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 your son
I'm a train they call the City of New
I'll be gone five hundred miles the day is done

Dealing games with an old man on the club car
a point and no one keeping score
Pass that paper bag that holds the
Feel the wheels a rumbling the floor
And the sons of poor men porters and the sons of
Ride their father's magic carpet made of
Mothers with their babes rocking to that gentle beat
And the of the rails is all they feel
morning America...

Night time on the City of New Orleans changing cars in Tennessee
Half way home and we'll get by morning
Through the Mississippi darkness rolling to the sea
But all the towns and people to fade into 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...