Luyện nghe bài hát The Promised Land

I left my in Norfolk, Virginia
California on my
I that Greyhound
And rode in Raleigh and on across Caroline

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

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

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

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

Georgia born, they me a silk suit
And put in my hand
And I woke up high over
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 set us at the terminal gate

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

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