Luyện nghe bài hát The Promised Land

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

We stopped in to by-pass Rockhill
We was a minute late
We were miles out of Atlanta by sundown
Rollin' out of Georgia

We had motor trouble turned into a struggle
across Alabama
And bow broke down
And us all stranded in downtown Birmingham

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

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

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

Workin' on a T-bone ala cartee
Flyin' over to the Golden
When the told 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 your
And let me it to the telephone

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