Luyện nghe bài hát Ride This Train (Part 1)

Ride this train up and down and across a wonderful land
It's almost like a when you to think about it
You go through with names like Tuscaloosa Kokomo Muskogee Oshkosh Saginaw
Bandera Battle Creek Sioux City Chattanooga
Hattiesburg and Baltinare Arkansas
You see I'm a different people from all over the world
And I've been coming to country for hundreds of years
was the Promised Land for me
But let's not forget that when I came
were already millions of people living in teepees along the rivers
And hunting deer and buffalo for and shelter
And it's a little regret that I think of how I pushed them back
And crowded them out to claim 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
Names like Mohawk Mandan Kickapoo Cree Yacoma Crow Shawnee
Choctaw Delaware Fox Paiute Cheyenne Blackfoot
Navajo Ute Comanche Quapaw Creek Apache Sioux
Ardua Shoshone Mow Hicano Sage Menomini
Shinouk Nez Perce Iroquois Pony Cutenai
Flathead Chickasaw Pueblo Yuma Pima Pomo
Well a lot of them are with me and I'm glad
It's for 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 read in books things that aren't taught in
Now you take little town we're goin' through here this is Beach Creek Kentucky
And right down there in the valley where our house used to be
It was a little shotgun shack a spring out back
And a smokehouse and another little bitty and that's about all
My pa was a coalminer like most everybody in County
Worked in the all his life
I guess he didn't have much ambition to do else
Cause they say kinda gets in your blood
Matter of fact pa said if they drained the blood out of him
It would be blacker than strap moulesen
When I was a kid I to sit at the fireplace there with mom
And wait on pa to get in from the
And we'd sure get if he was ever late
Ma rock back 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 reach for that lie-soap and starts scrubbin'
And I'd stand and watch him and say to myself
Boy be glad when I get big enough to work in the mines