Luyện nghe bài hát City Of New Orleans

Riding on the City of New Orleans Illinois Monday morning rail
Fisteen cars and fifteen restless
Three conductors and twenty-five sacks of
All the southbound odyssey the train pulls out of Kankakee
And moves past houses farms and fields
Passing trains that have no name and full of old black men
And the graveyards full of 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 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
the wheels a rumbling neath the floor
And the sons of poor men and the sons of engineers
Ride father's magic carpet made of steel
Mothers with their babes rocking to that gentle beat
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 darkness rolling to the sea
But all the towns and seem to fade into a bad dream
And the steel rails still ain't the news
The conductor sings his song the passengers will please refrain
This train's got the railroad blues
morning America...