Luyện nghe bài hát The Farmer-Labor Train

From the high Canadian to the land of Mexico,
City and the country, you may go,
Through the wild and weather, the sun and sleet and rain,
Comes a-whistlin' through the country 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 we've been waitin', now she's been whistlin' 'round the bend,
Roll on into on that Farmer-Labor train.

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

There's warehouse boys and and guys that skin the cats,
Men that run the steel mills, the and the blast,
the smoky factory cities, o'er the hot and dusty plains,
And the cushions they are crowded, on 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 been whistlin' 'round the bend,
Ride on on into Congress on that train.

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

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