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 Caroline

I had motor that turned into a struggle
across Alabama
And that Hound broke down and left me all
In Birmingham

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

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

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

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

Swing low chariot, down easy
to the terminal zone
Cut engines 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 this is the Promised Land calling
And the poor boy is on the

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

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