Luyện nghe bài hát The Farmer-Labor Train

From the high Canadian Rockies to the of Mexico,
and the country, wherever you may go,
Through the wild and windy weather, the sun and and rain,
a-whistlin' through the country this Farmer-Labor 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,
on into Congress on that Farmer-Labor train.

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

There's warehouse and truckers and guys that skin the cats,
Men that run the mills, the furnace and the blast,
Through the smoky factory cities, o'er the hot and plains,
And the cushions are crowded, on this Farmer-Labor train.

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

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

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