Luyện nghe bài hát Ride This Train (Part 1)

Ride this train up and down and across a strange land
It's like a fairyland when you to think about it
You go through with names like Tuscaloosa Kokomo Muskogee Oshkosh Saginaw
Eureka Bandera Creek Sioux City Chattanooga
Lynchburg and Baltinare Arkansas
You see I'm a million different people from all the world
And I've been coming to this for hundreds 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 and buffalo for food and shelter
And it's a little 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 have been full of music
For they left with me that seem to sing
Names like Mohawk Mandan Kickapoo Cree Seminole Crow Shawnee
Delaware Fox Paiute Winnebago Cheyenne Blackfoot
Navajo Ute Comanche Quapaw Creek Apache Chippewa
Ardua Hupa Shoshone Mow Sage Menomini
Shinouk Arapaho Nez Iroquois Pony Cutenai
Flathead Chickasaw Pueblo Yuma Pima Pomo
a lot of them are still with me and I'm glad
It's for their names will always be with me
But let's look a at the heart and muscle of this land
Few things you read in books things that aren't taught in school
Now you take this little town 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 shack with a out back
And a smokehouse and another 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 have much to do anything else
they say coalmining kinda gets in your blood
Matter of pa said if they ever drained the blood out of him
It would be blacker than black strap
When I was a kid I to sit at the fireplace there with mom
And on pa to get in from the mine
And sure get anxious if he was ever late
Ma would rock and forth and watch the clock listin' for pa to hit the front porch
Then he'd come in nothin' clean but the whites of his
And he'd reach for that lie-soap and scrubbin'
And I'd back and watch him and say to myself
Boy I'll be when I get big enough to work in the mines