Luyện nghe bài hát City Of New Orleans

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

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

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

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

And the of Pullman porters & 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 rails is all feel

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

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

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