Luyện nghe bài hát City Of New Orleans

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

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

Good America, how are you?
Say you know 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 bag that holds the bottle
And feel the wheels rumblin' the floor

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

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

And all the towns & people seem to fade into a bad
And the steel rail still heard the news
The conductor sings his song
"The will please refrain:
train has got the disappearin' railroad blues"

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