Luyện nghe bài hát Ride This Train (Part 1)

Ride this train up and down and across a wonderful land
It's almost like a fairyland when you to think it
You go through places with names like Tuscaloosa Kokomo Muskogee Saginaw
Eureka Bandera Creek Sioux City Chattanooga
Hattiesburg Lynchburg and Baltinare
You see I'm a million different people from all over the
And I've been coming to this country for hundreds of
was the Promised Land for me
But let's not forget that I came here
There were already millions of living in teepees along the rivers
And hunting and buffalo 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 of music
For they left names with me seem to sing
Names like Mandan Kickapoo Cree Yacoma Seminole Crow Shawnee
Delaware Fox Paiute Winnebago Cheyenne Blackfoot
Navajo Ute Comanche Quapaw Apache Sioux Chippewa
Hupa Shoshone Mow Hicano Sage Menomini
Shinouk Arapaho Nez Iroquois Pony Cutenai
Flathead Chickasaw Pueblo Yuma Pomo Caddo
Well a lot of them are still with me and I'm
It's for sure their names will be with me
But let's look a little at the and muscle of this land
Few things you don't read in books things that aren't in school
Now you take this little town goin' through here this is Beach Creek Kentucky
And right down there in the valley where our house used to be
It was a little shotgun shack with a spring out
And a smokehouse and another little house and that's about all
My pa was a coalminer like most everybody in Mulengerg
Worked in the all his life
I guess he have much ambition to do anything else
Cause say coalmining kinda gets in your blood
Matter of fact pa said if they 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 on pa to get in from the mine
And we'd sure get anxious if he was ever
Ma would rock 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 reach for that lie-soap and starts scrubbin'
And I'd stand back and watch him and say to
Boy I'll be when I get big enough to work in the mines