Luyện nghe bài hát The Last Spike

Mornings feel so sad these days
the call of the 8:15
That old echo has finally died away
Leaving nothin' but a
Where there once was a mighty

And I've watched the flat cars take away our
watched the coal cars steal our rock
And now that we've got nothin' to take, we're told
That the wheels will turnin'
The whistles stop blowin'
These foolish dreams stop

Last year they closed down the office
the only flag we had in town
That old brick building still stands a Cenotaph
To a vision lost and buried in a very distant

And I've watched the flat take away our timber
watched the coal cars steal our rock
And now we've got nothin' left to take, we're told
That the wheels stop turnin'
The whistles will blowin'
These foolish dreams must

The longest I'd ever seen
Was the train that you on
I you to the station
We kissed and you were

I dream at about your comin' home
The train in the station, uniform on fire
As you onto the platform
The band plays a little
And as we embrace, cap falls off
Oh, I guess these dreams must stop

Mornings so damn sad these days
Without the of the 8:15
Looks like this town is finally gonna die
nothin' but broken promises
Where there once was small town

And watched the flat cars take away our timber
I've watched the coal cars steal our
And now that we've got nothin' left to take, told
That the TV station will be
Main Street windows will need
That these foolish must stop