Luyện nghe bài hát The Promised Land

I left my in Norfolk, Virginia
California on my
I stranded that
And in into Raleigh and on across Caroline

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

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

away 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 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 up high over Albuquerque
On a jet to the promised

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

Swing low chariot, come easy
Taxi to the terminal
Cut engines and cool your 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 land callin' and the poor boy is on the