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 and the lumbermen and the men who worked the mills
And the poor hard working who died inside the hills

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

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

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

With the railroads and the riverboats and the lines far behind
And the days we together, long gone but still in mind
And the men who before us, men who brought us to today
And the story 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 railroads keep pushing to be all once were
And is calling, no one's listening to her
And nature is calling, no one's to her