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 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 rollin' through New to the West Pacific shore.
It's a long we've been waitin', now she's been whistlin' 'round the bend,
Roll on into Congress on that train.

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

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

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

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