Luyện nghe bài hát The Farmer-Labor Train

From the high Canadian Rockies to the of Mexico,
and the country, wherever you may go,
Through the and windy weather, the sun and sleet and rain,
Comes a-whistlin' through the this Farmer-Labor train.

Listen to the jingle and the and the roar,
She's through New England to the West Pacific shore.
It's a long time we've been waitin', now she's been whistlin' the bend,
on into Congress on that Farmer-Labor train.

There's lumberjacks and and sailors from the sea,
There's farmin' from Texas and the hills of Tennessee,
There's miners from Kentucky, fishermen from Maine;
Every in the country rides that Farmer-Labor train.

There's warehouse and truckers and guys that skin the cats,
Men that run the mills, the furnace and the blast,
Through the factory cities, o'er the hot and dusty plains,
And the cushions they are crowded, on Farmer-Labor train.

to the jingle and the rumble and the roar,
She's through New England to the West Pacific shore.
It's a long time we've been waitin', now she's been 'round the bend,
Ride on on into Congress on that train.

There's folks of every color and they're side by side
Through the swamps of Louisiana and across the Divide,
the wheat fields and the orchards and the lowing cattle range,
And they're rolling victory on this Farmer-Labor train.

This pulled into Washington a bright and happy day,
she steamed into the station you could hear the people say:
"There's that Farmer-Labor Special, full of union men
Headin' onto House on the Farmer-Labor train."