Luyện nghe bài hát The Farmer-Labor Train

From the high Canadian to the land of Mexico,
City and the country, you may go,
Through the wild and weather, the sun and sleet and rain,
Comes a-whistlin' through the country this 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 been waitin', now she's been whistlin' 'round the bend,
on into Congress on that Farmer-Labor train.

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

There's warehouse boys and truckers and guys 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 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 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 they're ridin' side by
Through the swamps of and across 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 into a bright and happy day,
she steamed into the station 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."