Luyện nghe bài hát Railroads and Riverboats

The railroads and the that bred the mighty man
That we read about and we dream about, the men who built this
And the farmers and the lumbermen and the men who the mills
And the poor hard working miners who inside the hills

While the rivers that are the blood of our land
And the trucks they rumbling on the great concrete band
And the railroads keep to be all they once were
And nature is calling, no listening to her

And the immigrants by the boat load in a different tones
of freedom in the new land, climbed the ladder rung by rung
Some to Boston, to Pittsburgh, Philadelphia and St. Paul
And the old ways led to new days, they welcome one and all

While the that flow are the blood of our land
And the they keep rumbling on the great concrete band
And the railroads pushing to be all they once were
And is calling, no one's listening to her

With the railroads and the and the bread lines far behind
And the we sang together, long gone but still in mind
And the men who came us, men who brought us to today
And the still unravels from the dreams of yesterday

While the rivers that flow are the blood of our
And the trucks they keep rumbling on the great band
And the keep pushing to be all they once were
And is calling, no one's listening to her
And nature is calling, no listening to her