Luyện nghe bài hát City Of New Orleans

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

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

Dealing games with an old man on the club car
Many a point and no one score
Pass that bag that holds the bottle
Feel the wheels a rumbling the floor
And the sons of poor men porters and the sons of
their father's magic carpet made of steel
Mothers their babes asleep 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 in Memphis Tennessee
Half way and we'll get there 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 still ain't heard the news
The conductor sings his song the passengers will please refrain
This train's got the railroad blues
Good America...