Luyện nghe bài hát Railroads and Riverboats

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

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

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

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

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

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