Luyện nghe bài hát The Promised Land

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

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

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

help me get out of Louisiana
Just to help me get to Houston
I have people there who care a about me
And I let a poor boy down

Sure as born, they bought me a silk suit
And put luggage in my
And I woke up high over
On a jet to the Promised

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

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

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

You have to swing low chariot, down easy
Taxi to the Terminal
They cut your engines and your wings
And let me it to the telephone

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

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