Luyện nghe bài hát The Promised Land

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

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

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

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

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

Workin' on a T-bone
I had a party flying over to the State
the pilot told me in thirteen minutes
He would set us at the terminal

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

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

You have to low chariot, come down easy
Taxi to the Terminal
They cut your engines and 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 Promised Land
And the poor boy is on the

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