Luyện nghe bài hát The Farmer-Labor Train

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

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

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

There's warehouse boys and truckers and 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 this train.

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

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

This 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."