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 names like Tuscaloosa Kokomo Muskogee Oshkosh Saginaw
Eureka Bandera Battle Creek Sioux City
Lynchburg and Baltinare Arkansas
You see I'm a million different people all over the world
And I've been coming to this country for of years
was the Promised Land for me
But let's not forget that I came here
There already millions of people living in teepees along the rivers
And hunting deer and 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 this for myself or for another country
But the hearts must have been full of music
For they left names with me that to sing
Names like Mandan Kickapoo Cree Yacoma Seminole Crow Shawnee
Choctaw Delaware Fox Winnebago Cheyenne Blackfoot
Navajo Ute Comanche Quapaw Apache Sioux Chippewa
Ardua Hupa Mow Hicano Sage Menomini
Shinouk Arapaho Nez Perce Pony Cutenai
Flathead Chickasaw Pueblo Yuma Pima Pomo
Well a lot of them are with me and I'm glad
It's for sure their names always be with me
But let's look a at the heart and muscle 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 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 another bitty house and that's about all
My pa was a like most everybody in Mulengerg County
in the mines all his life
I guess he didn't much ambition to do anything else
Cause they say coalmining kinda in your blood
Matter of pa said if they ever drained the blood out of him
It would be than 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 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 he'd reach for lie-soap and starts scrubbin'
And I'd stand back and watch him and say to
Boy be glad when I get big enough to work in the mines