Luyện nghe bài hát City Of New Orleans

Ridin' on the of New Orleans
Illinois Central, Monday mornin'
15 cars & 15 riders
Three conductors and 24 sacks of

All the southbound odyssey the train rolls out of Kankakee
and moves along past houses, farms &
Passin' that have no name, and switch yards 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 they call the of New Orleans,
I'll be 500 miles when the day is done

cards with the old men in the club car
Penny a point, and nobody's score
Hey now pass the bag that holds the bottle
And feel the wheels rumblin' 'neath the

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

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

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

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