Luyện nghe bài hát Ghost In The Music

Down at the station the tracks are
The wheels of thunder, roll no more
And the of America cries for the souls
Who won't be rollin'

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

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

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

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

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

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