Luyện nghe bài hát City Of New Orleans

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

All along the southbound odyssey the rolls out of Kankakee
and along past houses, farms & fields
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 me? I'm your native son!
I'm a train call the City of New Orleans,
be gone 500 miles when the day is done

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

And the sons of Pullman & the sons of engineers
Ride their daddys' magic carpet made of
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' in Memphis, Tennessee
Halfway home, we'll be there by
Thru the Mississippi darkness down to the sea

And all the towns & people seem to fade a bad dream
And the steel rail still ain't heard the
The conductor sings his song
"The will please refrain:
This train has got the railroad blues"

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