Luyện nghe bài hát City Of New Orleans

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

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

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

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

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Night time on the of New Orleans
cars in Memphis, Tennessee
Halfway home, we'll be there by
Thru the Mississippi darkness down to the sea

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

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