Luyện nghe bài hát The Promised Land

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

We stopped in Charlotte to Rockhill
We was a minute late
We were ninety out of Atlanta by sundown
out of Georgia state

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

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

Somebody me get out of Louisiana
Help me get to Town
There are people who care a little 'bout me
And they put the poor boy down

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

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

Swing low chariot, come down
Taxi to the terminal
Cut your engines and cool wings
And let me it to the telephone

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