Luyện nghe bài hát The Grand Coulee Dam

Well the has seven wonders, the travelers always tell:
Some and some towers, I guess you know them well.
But the greatest wonder is in Sam's fair land.
It's that King Columbia River and the big Grand Dam.

She heads up the Canadian Rockies where the rippling glide,
Comes a-rumbling down the canyon to that salty tide
Of the wide Ocean where the sun sets in the west,
And the big Coulee country in the land I love the best.

In the misty crystal glitter of that and windward spray,
Men have fought the waters and met a watery grave.
She tore their boats to splinters but she men dreams to dream
Of the day the Coulee Dam would cross that wild and stream.

Uncle Sam took up the in the year of '33
For the farmer and the and all of you and me.
He said, "Roll Columbia. You can ramble to the sea,
But while you're ramblin' you can do some work for me."

Now in Washington and Oregon you hear the hum,
Making chrome and manganese and light aluminum.
And there roars a mighty furnace now to for Uncle Sam,
upon the King Columbia by the big Grand Coulee Dam.