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,
Comes a-whistlin' the country this Farmer-Labor train.

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

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

There's warehouse boys and truckers and that skin the cats,
Men that run the steel mills, the and the blast,
Through the smoky cities, o'er 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 to the West Pacific shore.
It's a long time we've been waitin', now she's been whistlin' the bend,
Ride on on into Congress on Farmer-Labor train.

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

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