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 weather, the sun and sleet and rain,
Comes a-whistlin' through the 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 'round the bend,
Roll on into on that Farmer-Labor train.

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

There's warehouse boys and and guys that skin the cats,
Men that run the steel mills, the 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 jingle and the and the roar,
She's rollin' through New England to the West shore.
It's a long time we've been waitin', now she's whistlin' 'round the bend,
Ride on on into on that Farmer-Labor train.

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

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