Luyện nghe bài hát Canadian Railroad Trilogy

There was a time in this land when the railroad did not run
When the wild majestic stood alone against the sun
And long before the white man and long before the
When the green dark was too silent to be real

But time has no beginnings and has no bounds
As to verdant country they came from all around
They sailed her waterways and they walked the forests tall
Built the mines, the mills and the factories for the of us all

And when the young man's are turnin' to the spring
Then the railroad men grew restless for to hear the hammers
But minds were overflowing with the visions of their day
Were for a fortune the won and lost and many a debt to pay

For they looked in the future and what did see
saw an iron road runnin' from the sea to the sea
Bringin' the goods to a young land
All up the seaports and into their hands

But look away said across this mighty land
From the eastern shore to the strand

in the workers and bring up the rails
We gotta lay down the and tear up the trails
Open heart let the life blood flow
Gotta get on our way we're movin' too slow

Bring in the and bring up the rails
We're gonna lay down the and tear up the trails
Open heart let the life blood flow
Gotta get on our way 'cause we're movin' too
Get on our way 'cause we're movin' too

Behind the blue rockies the sun is
The they come stealin' at the close of the day
Across the wide our loved ones lie sleeping
Beyond the dark oceans in a far away

We are the who work upon the railway
our hammers in the bright blazin' sun
Livin' on stew and drinkin' bad
Bendin' our old backs the long days are done

We are the navies who upon the railway
Swingin' our hammers in the blazin' sun
Layin' down and buildin' the bridges
Bendin' our old backs till the railroad is

So over the mountains and the plains
Into the muskeg and into the
Up the St. all the way to Gaspe
swingin' our hammers and drawin' our pay

Drivin' 'em in and tyin' 'em
Away to the bunkhouse and the town
A dollar a day and a for my head
A to the livin' and a toast to the dead

Oh the song of the future has sung
All the battles been won
On the mountain we stand
All the world at our
We have opened up the
our teardrops and our toil

For there was a time in this fair when the railroad did not run
When the wild majestic stood alone against the sun
Long before the white man and long before the
When the green dark forest was too to be real

When the green dark was too silent to be real
And many are the dead men too to be real