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' the country this Farmer-Labor train.

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

There's and teamsters and sailors from the sea,
There's farmin' boys from Texas and the of Tennessee,
There's from Kentucky, there's fishermen from Maine;
Every worker in the country rides Farmer-Labor 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, the hot and dusty plains,
And the cushions are crowded, on 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,
Ride on on into Congress on Farmer-Labor train.

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

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