Luyện nghe bài hát Ghost In The Music

Down at the station the tracks are
The wheels of thunder, they no more
And the of America cries for the souls
Who be rollin' home

The weeps with empty eyes
The whistle no more in the night
It rests in the like a ghost in the music
The soul of pride

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

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

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

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

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