Luyện nghe bài hát Ghost In The Music

Down at the station the tracks are
The of thunder, they roll no more
And the heart of America for the souls
Who be rollin' home

The dragon weeps with empty
The whistle sigh's no more in the
It rests in the like a ghost in the music
The of America's pride

The toil of our fathers with foreign
laid the tracks and they opened the plains
They fought the mountains and merged our seas
They set America

Tell me, where is the of the hobo's cauldron?
The refuge for these poor and fallen?
While it rests in the lines like a ghost in the
The soul of pride

Foreign father, son
Father see what your son has
He's torn up the mountains and the plains
The dreams he aren't the same

To the fallen ones who may still be
"Who'd time to stir these ashes
And hear the lines of a ghost in the music
And America's pride?"

Tell me, where is the of the hobo's cauldron?
The for these poor and these fallen?
While it rests in the lines, a ghost in the music
The soul of America's