Luyện nghe bài hát Grand Central Station

Got my work on for love, sweat and dirt.
All Holy dust upon my face an' shirt.
Headin' now, just as the shifts are changin',
To Grand Station.

I got my lunch box, got my hat in my hand.
I ain't no hero, mister, a workin' man.
An' all these voices on askin' me to take them,
To Grand Station.
Grand Station.

I wanna stand the clock just one more time.
wait on the platform for the Hudson line.
I you're never really all alone, or too far from the pull of home,
An' the stars upon that painted dome shine.

I my way out on the 42nd Street.
I lit a cigarette an' down at my feet.
Imagined all the that ever stood here waitin',
At Grand Station.
Grand Station.

And now is starin' down at me.
to him's Minerva an' Mercury.
Well, I nod to an' start my crawl, flyers coverin' every wall:
Faces of the are all I see.

Tomorrow, be back there, workin' on the pile.
Going in, out, single file.
Before my job is done, there's one trip I'm makin',
To Grand Station.
Central Station.

Grand Station.
Central Station.