Luyện nghe bài hát The Farmer-Labor Train

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

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

There's and teamsters and sailors from the sea,
There's farmin' boys from Texas and the of Tennessee,
There's miners from Kentucky, there's fishermen from
Every worker in the country that Farmer-Labor train.

There's warehouse boys and truckers and guys that the cats,
Men that run the steel mills, the and the blast,
Through the smoky cities, o'er the hot and dusty plains,
And the cushions they are crowded, on this train.

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

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

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