Luyện nghe bài hát Dixie Flyer

I was born here, November forty three
Dad was a captain in the
Fighting the in Sicily
My little momma
Didn't know a in L.A.
So we down to the Union Station
our getaway

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

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

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