Luyện nghe bài hát The Promised Land

I my home in Norfolk, Virginia
California on my
I straddled that Greyhound and rode it into
And on across

I had motor trouble that turned a struggle
Halfway Alabama
And Hound broke down and left me all stranded
In Birmingham

away I brought me a through train ticket
Ridin' Mississippi clean
And I was on midnight flyer out of Birmingham
into New Orleans

Somebody help me get out of
Just to me get to Houston Town
I have people there who a little about me
And I won't let a boy down

Sure as you're born, bought me a silk suit
And put luggage in my
And I woke up high Albuquerque
On a jet to the Land

Workin' on a steak
I had a flying over to the Golden State
When the pilot told me in minutes
He set us at the terminal gate

Swing low chariot, come easy
Taxi to the terminal
Cut your engines and your wings
And let me make it to the

Los Angeles, me Norfolk, Virginia
Tidewater four ten o
And the folks back home this is the Promised Land calling
And the poor boy is on the

You have to low chariot, come down easy
Taxi to the zone
They cut your and cool your wings
And let me make it to the

Los Angeles, give me Norfolk,
Tidewater ten o nine
And tell the folks back home is the Promised Land calling
And the poor boy is on the

And the folks back home this is the Promised Land calling
And the boy is on the line