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' through the this Farmer-Labor train.

to the jingle and the rumble and the roar,
She's through 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 Congress on that train.

There's lumberjacks and teamsters and sailors the sea,
There's farmin' boys from Texas and the of Tennessee,
miners from 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 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' through New to the West Pacific shore.
It's a long time we've been waitin', now she's been 'round 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 and across the Great Divide,
the wheat fields and the orchards and the lowing cattle range,
And they're rolling onto victory on Farmer-Labor train.

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