Luyện nghe bài hát Ride This Train (Part 1)

Ride this 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 Bandera Battle Sioux City Chattanooga
Hattiesburg Lynchburg and Arkansas
You see I'm a million people from all over the world
And been coming to this country for hundreds of years
This was the Promised for me
But let's not forget when I came here
There were already millions of living in teepees along the rivers
And hunting deer and for food and shelter
And it's with a little regret 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 full of
For they left names with me seem to sing
Names like Mohawk Mandan Cree Yacoma Seminole Crow Shawnee
Choctaw Delaware Fox Paiute Winnebago Cheyenne
Navajo Ute Quapaw Creek Apache Sioux Chippewa
Ardua Hupa Shoshone Mow Hicano Sage
Shinouk Arapaho Nez Perce Pony Cutenai
Flathead Chickasaw Pueblo Pima Pomo Caddo
Well a lot of them are still me and I'm glad
It's for sure their will always be with me
But let's a little at the heart and muscle of this land
Few things you don't read in books things that taught in school
Now you take this little town we're goin' through here this is Beach Kentucky
And right there in the valley that's where our house used to be
It was a little shack with a spring out back
And a and another little bitty house and that's about all
My pa was a coalminer like most everybody in Mulengerg
in the mines all his life
I guess he didn't have much to do anything else
Cause they say coalmining kinda gets in blood
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 there mom
And on pa to get in from the mine
And we'd get anxious if he was ever late
Ma would rock back and and watch the clock listin' for pa to hit the front porch
Then come in nothin' clean but the whites of his eyes
And he'd reach for that lie-soap and starts
And I'd stand back and him and say to myself
Boy I'll be when I get big enough to work in the mines