Luyện nghe bài hát Ride This Train (Part 1)

Ride this train up and and across a strange wonderful land
It's almost like a fairyland when you to think it
You go through places with like Tuscaloosa Kokomo Muskogee Oshkosh Saginaw
Eureka Battle Creek Sioux City Chattanooga
Hattiesburg Lynchburg and Arkansas
You see I'm a million different people all over the world
And I've been coming to this country for hundreds of
This was the Land for me
But not forget that when I came here
were already millions of people living in teepees along the rivers
And hunting deer and buffalo for and shelter
And it's with a little regret that I think of how I pushed back
And crowded them out to claim this land for myself or for country
But the Indians' hearts must have been of music
For they names with me that seem to sing
Names like Mohawk Mandan Kickapoo Cree Yacoma Crow Shawnee
Delaware Fox Paiute Winnebago Cheyenne Blackfoot
Navajo Ute Comanche Quapaw Creek Apache Chippewa
Hupa Shoshone Mow Hicano Sage Menomini
Shinouk Nez Perce Iroquois Pony Cutenai
Flathead Chickasaw Yuma Pima Pomo Caddo
Well a lot of are still with me and I'm glad
It's for sure their names will be with me
But look a little at the heart and muscle of this land
Few you don't read in books things that aren't taught in school
Now you this little town we're goin' through here this is Beach Creek Kentucky
And right down there in the valley that's where our used to be
It was a little shack with a spring out back
And a smokehouse and another little bitty 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
Cause they say coalmining kinda gets in your
Matter of fact pa if they ever drained the blood out of him
It would be blacker than strap moulesen
I was a kid I used to sit at the fireplace there with mom
And wait on pa to get in from the
And we'd sure get if he was ever late
Ma rock back 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 for that lie-soap and starts scrubbin'
And I'd stand and watch him and say to myself
Boy I'll be glad I get big enough to work in the mines