Luyện nghe bài hát The Promised Land

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

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

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

Somebody me get out of Louisiana
Just to help me get to Houston
I have people there who 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 woke up high over
On a jet to the Promised

on a T-bone steak
I had a party flying over to the Golden
When the pilot me in thirteen minutes
He would set us at the terminal

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

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

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

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

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