Luyện nghe bài hát Ride This Train (Part 1)

Ride this train up and down and across a strange land
It's almost like a fairyland when you to about it
You go through places with names Tuscaloosa Kokomo Muskogee Oshkosh Saginaw
Eureka Battle Creek Sioux City Chattanooga
Hattiesburg Lynchburg and Arkansas
You see I'm a different people from all over the world
And I've been coming to this country for hundreds of
was the Promised Land for me
But let's not forget that when I here
There were millions of people living in teepees along the rivers
And hunting deer and for food and shelter
And it's with a regret that I think of how I pushed them back
And crowded out to claim this land for myself or for another country
But the Indians' hearts must have been of music
For they left names with me that to sing
like Mohawk Mandan Kickapoo Cree Yacoma Seminole Crow Shawnee
Choctaw Delaware Fox Winnebago Cheyenne Blackfoot
Navajo Ute Comanche Quapaw Creek Apache Chippewa
Ardua Hupa Shoshone Mow Hicano Sage
Shinouk Arapaho Nez Perce Iroquois Cutenai
Chickasaw Pueblo Yuma Pima Pomo Caddo
Well a lot of them are with me and I'm glad
It's for sure names will always be with me
But let's look a little at the heart and muscle of land
Few things you don't read in books things aren't taught in school
Now you take this little town we're goin' through this is Beach Creek Kentucky
And right down there in the valley that's our house used to be
It was a shotgun shack with a spring out back
And a smokehouse and little bitty house and that's about all
My pa was a coalminer most everybody in Mulengerg County
in the mines all his life
I guess he didn't have ambition to do anything else
Cause they say kinda gets in your blood
Matter of fact pa said if they ever drained the out of him
It would be blacker than strap moulesen
I was a kid I used to sit at the fireplace there with mom
And on pa to get in from the mine
And sure get anxious if he was ever late
Ma would rock back and forth and watch the clock listin' for pa to hit the front
Then he'd in nothin' clean but the whites of his eyes
And reach for that lie-soap and starts scrubbin'
And I'd stand back and watch him and say to
Boy be glad when I get big enough to work in the mines