Luyện nghe bài hát The Promised Land

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

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

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

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

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 steak
I had a party flying over to the State
the pilot told me in thirteen minutes
He set us at the terminal gate

low chariot, come down easy
Taxi to the zone
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 back home this is the Promised Land calling
And the poor boy is on the

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

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

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