Luyện nghe bài hát The Promised Land

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

I had motor trouble turned into a struggle
across Alabama
And Hound broke down and left me all stranded
In downtown

Right away I brought me a train ticket
across Mississippi clean
And I was on that flyer out of Birmingham
into New Orleans

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

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

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

low chariot, come down easy
Taxi to the terminal
Cut your engines and cool your
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 boy is on the line

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

Los Angeles, give me Norfolk,
Tidewater 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 this is the Promised calling
And the poor boy is on the