Luyện nghe bài hát City Of New Orleans

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

All along the southbound odyssey the rolls out of Kankakee
and moves along houses, farms & fields
Passin' trains have 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,
be gone 500 miles when the day is done

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

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

Repeat

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

And all the & people seem to fade into a bad dream
And the steel rail still ain't the news
The conductor sings his song
"The will please refrain:
This has got the disappearin' railroad blues"

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