Luyện nghe bài hát The Promised Land

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

We stopped in Charlotte to by-pass
We never was a minute
We were ninety miles out of Atlanta by
Rollin' out of Georgia

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

Right away I bought me a through train
Got Mississippi clean
And I was on that Midnight Flier out of
Smokin' into New

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

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

Workin' on a [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, come easy
Taxi to the terminal
Cut engines and cool your wings
And let me make it to the

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