Luyện nghe bài hát City Of New Orleans

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

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

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

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

And the of Pullman porters & the sons of engineers
Ride daddys' magic carpet made of steel
with their 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 by mornin'
Thru the Mississippi darkness rollin' to the sea

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

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