Luyện nghe bài hát City Of New Orleans

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

All the southbound odyssey the train 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 automobiles

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

Dealin' cards with the old men in the car
a point, and nobody's keepin' score
Hey now the paper bag that holds the bottle
And feel the rumblin' 'neath the floor

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

Chorus

Night time on the of New Orleans
Changin' cars in Memphis,
home, we'll be there 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 the news
The sings his song again
"The passengers will please
This has got the disappearin' railroad blues"

Repeat