Luyện nghe bài hát City Of New Orleans

Riding on the City of New Orleans Illinois Central Monday morning
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 farms and fields
trains that have no name and freighyards full of old black men
And the graveyards of rusted automobiles

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

card games with an old man on the club car
Many a point and no one score
Pass that paper bag that holds the
Feel the wheels a neath the floor
And the sons of poor men and the sons of engineers
Ride their father's magic carpet made of
Mothers with their babes asleep rocking to 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
Half way and we'll get there by morning
Through the Mississippi darkness down to the sea
But all the towns and people seem to fade a bad dream
And the rails still ain't heard the news
The conductor his song again the passengers will please refrain
This got the disappearing railroad blues
morning America...