Luyện nghe bài hát City Of New Orleans

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

All along the odyssey the train rolls out of Kankakee
and moves along past houses, farms &
Passin' trains that have no name, and yards full of old black men,
And of rusted automobiles

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

Dealin' with the old men in the club car
a point, and nobody's keepin' score
Hey now pass the paper bag that the bottle
And feel the wheels rumblin' the floor

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

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Night on the City of New Orleans
cars in Memphis, Tennessee
Halfway home, be there by mornin'
Thru the Mississippi rollin' down to the sea

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

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