Luyện nghe bài hát Ride This Train (Part 1)

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