Luyện nghe bài hát The Promised Land

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

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

away I brought me a through train ticket
Ridin' across Mississippi
And I was on midnight 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 let a poor boy down

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

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

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

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

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

Los Angeles, me Norfolk, Virginia
Tidewater ten o nine
And tell the folks back this 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 poor boy is on the