Luyện nghe bài hát Railroads and Riverboats

The railroads and the riverboats that 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 rivers that 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 nature is calling, no listening to her

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

the rivers that flow 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

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

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