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 weather, the sun and sleet and rain,
Comes a-whistlin' through the this Farmer-Labor train.

to the jingle and the rumble and the roar,
She's rollin' through New England to the West shore.
It's a time we've been waitin', now she's been whistlin' 'round 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 miners Kentucky, there's fishermen from Maine;
worker in the country rides that Farmer-Labor train.

There's warehouse boys and truckers and 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 they are crowded, on this Farmer-Labor train.

Listen to the jingle and the 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,
Ride on on Congress 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 orchards and the lowing range,
And they're rolling onto victory on Farmer-Labor train.

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