Luyện nghe bài hát Ride This Train (Part 1)

Ride this train up and down and a strange wonderful land
It's like a fairyland when you to think about it
You go through places with names Tuscaloosa Kokomo Muskogee Oshkosh Saginaw
Eureka Battle Creek Sioux City Chattanooga
Hattiesburg Lynchburg and Arkansas
You see I'm a different people from all over the world
And I've been coming to this country for hundreds of
was the Promised Land for me
But let's not forget that when I came
There were already millions of people living in teepees the rivers
And deer and buffalo for food and shelter
And it's with a little regret that I of how I pushed them back
And them out to claim this land for myself or for another country
But the hearts must have been full of music
For they left names with me that seem to
Names like Mohawk Mandan Kickapoo Cree Yacoma Seminole Crow
Choctaw Delaware Fox Paiute Cheyenne Blackfoot
Navajo Ute Comanche Quapaw Apache Sioux Chippewa
Ardua Hupa Mow Hicano Sage Menomini
Shinouk Arapaho Nez Perce Iroquois Cutenai
Flathead Pueblo Yuma Pima Pomo Caddo
Well a lot of them are with me and I'm glad
for sure their names will always be with me
But look a little at the heart and muscle of this land
Few things you don't read in books things aren't taught in school
Now you take this town we're goin' through here this is Beach Creek Kentucky
And right there in the valley that's where our house used to be
It was a little shotgun with 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 much ambition to do anything else
Cause they say coalmining gets in your blood
Matter of fact pa said if they ever drained the out of him
It would be blacker black strap moulesen
When I was a kid I used to sit at the fireplace 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
he'd come in nothin' clean but the whites of his eyes
And he'd reach for lie-soap and starts scrubbin'
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