Luyện nghe bài hát Railroads and Riverboats

The and the riverboats that bred the mighty man
That we read about and we dream about, the men who built land
And the farmers and the lumbermen and the men who worked the
And the poor working miners who died inside the hills

While the rivers that flow are the of our land
And the they keep rumbling on the great concrete band
And the railroads keep 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 tones
Sang of freedom in the new land, climbed the rung by rung
Some to Boston, some to Pittsburgh, and St. Paul
And the old ways led to new days, were welcome one and all

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

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

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