Luyện nghe bài hát Railroads and Riverboats

The railroads and the riverboats that bred the man
That we read and we dream about, the men who built this land
And the farmers and the lumbermen and the men who the mills
And the poor hard working miners who died inside the

the rivers that flow are the blood of our land
And the trucks they keep rumbling on the great band
And the railroads keep to be all they once were
And nature is calling, no listening to her

And the immigrants by the boat in a dozen different tones
Sang of freedom in the new land, climbed the ladder by rung
to Boston, some to Pittsburgh, Philadelphia and St. Paul
And the old ways led to new days, they were one and all

While the rivers that are the blood of our land
And the they keep rumbling on the great concrete band
And the railroads keep pushing to be all once were
And is calling, no one's listening to her

With the railroads and the and the bread lines far behind
And the days we sang together, long gone but still in
And the men who came before us, men who brought us to
And the story still from the dreams of yesterday

While the rivers that are the blood of our land
And the trucks they keep rumbling on the great band
And the railroads pushing to be all they once were
And nature is calling, no listening to her
And nature is calling, no one's to her