Luyện nghe bài hát The Farmer-Labor Train

From the Canadian Rockies to the land of Mexico,
and the country, wherever you may go,
Through the and windy weather, the sun and sleet and rain,
Comes a-whistlin' through the country this train.

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

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

There's warehouse boys and truckers and 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 cushions they are crowded, on this train.

Listen to the and the rumble and the roar,
She's rollin' New England to the West Pacific 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,
the wheat fields and the orchards and the lowing cattle range,
And they're rolling victory on this Farmer-Labor train.

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