Luyện nghe bài hát Ghost In The Music

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

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

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

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

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

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

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