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' through the country Farmer-Labor train.

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

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

There's boys and truckers 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 they are crowded, on this Farmer-Labor train.

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

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

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