Luyện nghe bài hát The Promised Land

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

We in Charlotte to by-pass Rockhill
We never was a late
We were ninety miles out of by sundown
out of Georgia state

We had motor that turned into a struggle
Halfway across
And that bow down
And left us all in downtown Birmingham

Right I bought me a through train ticket
Got across clean
And I was on that Midnight Flier out of
into New Orleans

Somebody me get out of Louisiana
me get to Houston Town
There are people who care a little 'bout me
And they won't put the boy down

Georgia born, bought me a silk suit
And put luggage in my
And I up high over Albuquerque
On a jet to the land

on a T-bone [Incomprehensible] ala cartee
Flyin' over to the Golden
When the pilot us in thirteen minutes
He set us at the terminal gate

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

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