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 windy weather, the sun and and rain,
Comes a-whistlin' through the country 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,
Roll on into Congress on Farmer-Labor train.

There's lumberjacks and teamsters and from the sea,
There's farmin' from Texas and the hills of Tennessee,
There's 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 that run the steel mills, the and the blast,
the smoky factory cities, o'er the hot and dusty plains,
And the they are crowded, on 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 been waitin', now she's been 'round the bend,
on on into Congress on that Farmer-Labor train.

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

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