Luyện nghe bài hát Ghost In The Music

Down at the station the are cold
The wheels of thunder, they no more
And the heart of cries for the souls
Who won't be home

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

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

Tell me, where is the of the hobo's cauldron?
The refuge for these poor and these
While it in the lines 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 and reshaped the plains
The dreams he dreams aren't the

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

Tell me, where is the 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 pride