Luyện nghe bài hát Ride This Train (Part 1)

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