Luyện nghe bài hát Ride This Train (Part 1)

Ride this train up and down and across a strange wonderful
It's almost like a when you to think about it
You go through places with names Tuscaloosa Kokomo Muskogee Oshkosh Saginaw
Eureka Battle Creek Sioux City Chattanooga
Hattiesburg and Baltinare Arkansas
You see I'm a million different people from all over the
And I've been to this country for hundreds of years
This was the Promised for me
But let's not that when I came here
There were already of people living in teepees along the rivers
And deer and buffalo for food and shelter
And it's with a little regret that I think of how I pushed back
And crowded them out to claim land for myself or for another country
But the Indians' hearts have been full of music
For they names with me that seem to sing
Names like Mandan Kickapoo Cree Yacoma Seminole Crow Shawnee
Choctaw Delaware Fox Winnebago Cheyenne Blackfoot
Navajo Ute Comanche Quapaw Creek Apache Sioux
Ardua Hupa Shoshone Mow Hicano Sage
Shinouk Arapaho Nez Perce Iroquois Pony
Flathead Chickasaw Pueblo Yuma Pima Pomo
Well a lot of are still with me and I'm glad
It's for sure their names 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 in school
Now you take this little town we're goin' through this is Beach Creek Kentucky
And right down there in the valley that's our house used to be
It was a little shotgun shack with a spring out
And a smokehouse and another bitty house and that's about all
My pa was a coalminer like most everybody in Mulengerg
Worked in the mines all his
I guess he didn't have ambition to do anything else
Cause they say coalmining gets in your blood
Matter of fact pa if they ever drained the blood out of him
It be blacker than black strap moulesen
When I was a kid I used to sit at the there with mom
And wait on pa to get in the mine
And we'd sure get anxious if he was late
Ma would rock back and forth and watch the clock listin' for pa to hit the porch
Then come in nothin' clean but the whites of his eyes
And he'd reach for lie-soap and starts scrubbin'
And I'd back and watch him and say to myself
Boy I'll be glad when I get big enough to in the mines