Luyện nghe bài hát Ghost In The Music

Down at the the tracks are cold
The of thunder, they roll no more
And the heart of America cries for the
Who won't be rollin'

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

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

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

father, American son
Father see what son has done
He's torn up the and reshaped the plains
The dreams he dreams the same

To the ones who may still be askin'
"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 blaze of the cauldron?
The refuge for poor and these fallen?
While it rests in the lines, a ghost in the music
The of America's pride