Luyện nghe bài hát The Promised Land

Left my in Norfolk, Virginia
California on my
that Greyhound and rode it into Raleigh
And on Caroline

We stopped in Charlotte but we Rockhill
We never was a late
We was ninety out of Atlanta by sundown
Rolling out of state

Had some motor trouble that into a struggle
way 'cross Alabam
That hound and left us
All stranded in Birmingham

So right away I bought me a through ticket
Right across Mississippi
And I was on that Special Flyer out of
Smoking New Orleans

Someone's got to me get out of Louisiana
Just to me get to Houston town
There's an uncle there who a little about me
And he won't let the poor boy

Sure as you're born, he bought me a suit
Put some luggage in my
And I woke up high over
On a jet to the Promised

Working on a steak a la carte
Flying over to the Golden
When the pilot told us that in thirteen
He would have us at the gate

Swing down chariot, come down
Taxi to the dome
Cut your engines, cool wings
And let me it to the telephone

Los Angeles give me Norfolk,
four-ten-O-nine
Tell the folks back home this is the Promised Land
And the poor boy is on the

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