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 through the country this Farmer-Labor train.

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

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

There's warehouse boys and truckers and guys skin the cats,
Men that run the steel mills, the and the blast,
Through the smoky factory cities, the hot and dusty plains,
And the cushions they are crowded, on this 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 we've waitin', now she's been whistlin' 'round the bend,
Ride on on into Congress on that train.

There's of every color and they're ridin' side by side
Through the of Louisiana and across the Great Divide,
From the wheat fields and the orchards and the lowing range,
And they're rolling onto victory on this train.

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