Luyện nghe bài hát The Promised Land

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

I had motor that turned into a struggle
Halfway across
And that Hound broke and left me all stranded
In downtown

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

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

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

on a T-bone steak
I had a party over to the Golden State
When the told me in thirteen minutes
He set us at the terminal gate

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

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

You to swing low chariot, come down easy
to the Terminal zone
They 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 Land calling
And the boy is on the line

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