Luyện nghe bài hát The Promised Land

I left my home in Norfolk,
on my mind
I straddled that Greyhound and rode it Raleigh
And on Caroline

I had motor trouble that turned into a
Halfway Alabama
And that Hound broke down and me all stranded
In downtown

Right away I brought me a through ticket
Ridin' across clean
And I was on that flyer out of Birmingham
into New Orleans

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

Sure as you're born, they me a silk suit
And put in my hand
And I up high over Albuquerque
On a jet to the Promised

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

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

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

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

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

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