Luyện nghe bài hát Ghost In The Music

Down at the the tracks are cold
The wheels of thunder, they roll no
And the heart of America for the souls
Who won't be home

The dragon weeps with eyes
The sigh's no more in the night
It in the lines like a ghost in the music
The of America's pride

The toil of our fathers with hands
laid the tracks and they opened the plains
They the mountains and they merged our seas
They set free

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

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

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

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