Luyện nghe bài hát The Promised Land

I left my home in Norfolk,
on my mind
I that Greyhound
And rode in into and on across Caroline

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

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

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

Somebody help me get out of
me get to Houston Town
There are people there who a little 'bout me
And they won't put the poor boy

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

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

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

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