Luyện nghe bài hát Dixie Flyer

I was born here, November forty three
Dad was a in the army
Fighting the in Sicily
My poor momma
Didn't a soul in L.A.
So we went to the Union Station
Made our

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

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

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