Luyện nghe bài hát Promised Land

I left my in Norfolk Virginia
on my mind
Straddled that
Rode him in the
And on across

We had motor trouble it turned into a
Half way Alabam'
And that hound broke down and us all stranded
In Birmingham

Right away I brought me a through train
Ridin' cross clean
I was on midnight flyer out of Birmingham
Smokin' into New

Somebody me get out of Louisiana
help me get to Houston town
There are people there who a little 'bout me
And they let the poor boy down

Sure as you're born they bought me a suit
Put a in my hands
And I woke up high Albuquerque
On a jet to the land

Workin' on a T-bone steak a la
over to the Golden State
And the pilot told us in minutes
He would send us to the gate

Ah swing low come down easy
to the terminal zone
Cut your engines and your wings
And let me make it to the

Los Angeles give me Virginia
Tidewater four ten o
Tell the folks back home this is the Land calling
And the poor on the line

on a T-bone steak a la carte
Flyin' to the Golden State
And the pilot us in thirteen minutes
He would send us to the gate

Swing low chariot come down
Taxi to the zone
Cut your and cool your wings
And let me it to the telephone

Los Angeles give me Virginia
Tidewater ten o nine
Tell the folks back home this is the Land calling
And the poor on the line