Luyện nghe bài hát Ghost In The Music

Down at the station the are cold
The of thunder, they roll no more
And the heart of cries 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 like a in the music
The soul of pride

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

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

father, American son
Father see what your son has
torn up the mountains and reshaped the plains
The dreams he dreams aren't the

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

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