Luyện nghe bài hát Grand Central Station

Got my work clothes on for love, 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 no hero, mister, just a workin' man.
An' all voices keep on askin' me to take them,
To Grand Station.
Grand Station.

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

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

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

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

Central Station.
Grand Station.