Luyện nghe bài hát Dixie Flyer

I was born here, November forty three
Dad was a captain in the
Fighting the in Sicily
My poor little
know a soul in L.A.
So we went down to the Union
our getaway

Got on the Flyer bound for New Orleans
the state of Texas to the land of dreams
On the Flyer bound for New Orleans
to her friends and her family in the land of dreams

Her own mother to meet us at the station
Her dress as as a crow in a coal mine
She cried when her little got off the train
Her brothers and her sisters came down from Jackson,
In a great green Hudson driven by a Gentile knew
Drinkin' rye whiskey from a in the back seat
to do like the Gentiles do
Christ, wanted to be Gentiles, too
Who wouldn't down there, you
An American Christian, God

On the Dixie bound for New Orleans
Back to her and her family in the land of dreams
On the Dixie bound for New Orleans
the state of Texas to the land of dreams
Across the state of Texas to the land of