Luyện nghe bài hát City Of New Orleans

Ridin' on the City of New
Illinois Central, Monday mornin'
15 & 15 restless riders
Three conductors and 24 of mail

All along the southbound the train rolls out of Kankakee
and along past houses, farms & fields
Passin' trains that have no name, and switch full of old black men,
And graveyards of automobiles

Good mornin' America, how are
Say don't you me? I'm your native son!
I'm a train call the City of New Orleans,
I'll be gone 500 miles when the day is

Dealin' cards with the old men in the car
Penny a point, and nobody's keepin'
Hey now pass the paper bag holds the bottle
And the wheels rumblin' 'neath the floor

And the sons of Pullman & the sons of engineers
Ride their magic carpet made of steel
Mothers with their babes asleep, rockin' to the gentle
And the rhythm of the rails is all feel

Repeat

time on the City of New Orleans
Changin' cars in Memphis,
Halfway home, we'll be by mornin'
Thru the Mississippi darkness rollin' to the sea

And all the & people seem to fade into a bad dream
And the steel rail ain't heard the news
The conductor sings his again
"The passengers will refrain:
This has got the disappearin' railroad blues"

Repeat