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 miles out of Atlanta by sundown
Rollin' out of Georgia

We had motor trouble that turned into a
Halfway Alabama
And bow broke down
And left us all in downtown Birmingham

away I bought me a through train ticket
Got across clean
And I was on that Flier out of Birmingham
Smokin' New Orleans

Somebody help me get out of
Help me get to Houston
There are people there who care a little me
And they put the poor boy down

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

Workin' on a [Incomprehensible] ala cartee
Flyin' over to the Golden
When the pilot us in thirteen minutes
He would set us at the terminal

low chariot, come down easy
Taxi to the door
Cut your engines and cool wings
And let me make it to the

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