Luyện nghe bài hát Ride This Train (Part 1)

Ride this train up and down and a strange wonderful land
It's almost like a fairyland when you to about it
You go through places with names like Tuscaloosa Kokomo Oshkosh Saginaw
Bandera 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 Land for me
But let's not that when I came 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 them out to claim land for myself or for another country
But the Indians' hearts must have been full of
For they left names with me that to sing
Names like Mohawk Mandan Kickapoo Cree Yacoma Seminole Crow
Delaware Fox Paiute Winnebago Cheyenne Blackfoot
Navajo Ute Comanche Quapaw Apache Sioux Chippewa
Hupa Shoshone Mow Hicano Sage Menomini
Shinouk Arapaho Nez Perce Iroquois Cutenai
Flathead Chickasaw Pueblo Yuma Pima Caddo
Well a lot of them are still me and I'm glad
It's for sure their names will always be me
But let's look a little at the and muscle of this land
Few things you don't in books things that aren't taught in school
Now you take this little town we're through here this is Beach Creek Kentucky
And right down in the valley that's where our house used to be
It was a little shotgun 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 County
Worked in the all his life
I guess he didn't have much ambition to do anything
Cause say coalmining kinda gets in your blood
Matter of fact pa said if they ever the blood out of him
It would be blacker than black moulesen
I was a kid I used to sit at the fireplace there with mom
And wait on pa to get in from the
And we'd sure get anxious if he was ever
Ma would rock back and forth and watch the clock listin' for pa to hit the front
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 glad when I get big to work in the mines