Luyện nghe bài hát The Farmer-Labor Train

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

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

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

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

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

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

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