Luyện nghe bài hát The Promised Land

I my home in Norfolk, Virginia
California on my
I stranded Greyhound
And rode in Raleigh and on across Caroline

We stopped in Charlotte to Rockhill
We never was a minute
We were miles out of Atlanta by sundown
out of Georgia state

We had motor trouble that into a struggle
across Alabama
And that bow broke
And left us all stranded in Birmingham

Right away I bought me a train ticket
Got across Mississippi
And I was on that Flier out of Birmingham
into New Orleans

Somebody help me get out of
Help me get to Houston
There are people there who care a little me
And they won't put the poor boy

Georgia born, bought me a silk suit
And put in my hand
And I woke up high Albuquerque
On a jet to the promised

Workin' on a T-bone ala cartee
Flyin' over to the Golden
When the pilot told us in minutes
He would set us at the terminal

Swing low chariot, come easy
Taxi to the terminal
Cut your engines and your wings
And let me make it to the

And Los Angeles, me Norfolk, Virginia
Tidewater four ten o
Tell all the back home
It's the promised land and the poor boy is on the line