Luyện nghe bài hát The Farmer-Labor Train

From the Canadian Rockies to the land of Mexico,
City and the country, you may go,
Through the wild and windy weather, the sun and and rain,
a-whistlin' through the country 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 been whistlin' 'round the bend,
Roll on into Congress on that train.

lumberjacks 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 in the country rides that Farmer-Labor train.

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

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

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

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