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 moves along houses, farms & fields
Passin' trains that no name, and switch yards full of old black men,
And graveyards of rusted

Good America, how are you?
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 when the day is done

cards with the old men in the club car
Penny a point, and keepin' score
Hey now the paper bag that holds the bottle
And feel the wheels 'neath the floor

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

Repeat

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

And all the towns & seem to fade into a bad dream
And the steel still ain't heard the news
The sings his song again
"The passengers please refrain:
This has got the disappearin' railroad blues"

Repeat