Luyện nghe bài hát The Promised Land

I left my in Norfolk, Virginia
California on my
I straddled that Greyhound and it into Raleigh
And on Caroline

I had motor trouble that turned into a
Halfway across
And that Hound down and left me all stranded
In Birmingham

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

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

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

on a T-bone steak
I had a party flying over to the Golden
When the pilot told me in minutes
He would set us at the 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, give me Norfolk,
Tidewater four ten o
And tell the folks back home this is the Promised Land
And the poor boy is on the

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

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

And tell the folks back home is the Promised Land calling
And the poor boy is on the