Luyện nghe bài hát Ride This Train (Part 1)

Ride this train up and and across a strange wonderful land
It's almost like a when you to think about it
You go through places with names Tuscaloosa Kokomo Muskogee Oshkosh Saginaw
Eureka Battle Creek Sioux City Chattanooga
Hattiesburg and Baltinare Arkansas
You see I'm a million different people all over the world
And I've coming to this country for hundreds of years
was the Promised Land for me
But let's not forget that when I here
There were already of people living in teepees along the rivers
And deer and buffalo for food and shelter
And with a little regret that I think of how I pushed them back
And crowded them out to claim this for myself or for another country
But the Indians' hearts must have been of music
For they left names with me seem to sing
Names like Mohawk Mandan Kickapoo Yacoma Seminole Crow Shawnee
Choctaw Delaware Fox Paiute Winnebago Blackfoot
Navajo Ute Comanche Quapaw Creek Apache Sioux
Ardua Hupa Shoshone Mow Hicano Sage
Shinouk Arapaho Nez Iroquois Pony Cutenai
Flathead Pueblo Yuma Pima Pomo Caddo
Well a lot of are still with me and I'm glad
It's for sure names will always be with me
But let's look a little at the heart and of this land
Few things you don't read in books that aren't taught in school
Now you take this town we're goin' through here this is Beach Creek Kentucky
And right there in the valley that's where our house used to be
It was a little shotgun shack a spring out back
And a smokehouse and another little bitty house and about all
My pa was a coalminer like most in Mulengerg County
Worked in the all his life
I guess he didn't have ambition to do anything else
they say coalmining kinda gets in your blood
Matter of fact pa said if they ever drained the out of him
It be blacker than black strap moulesen
When I was a kid I used to sit at the fireplace there mom
And wait on pa to get in the mine
And we'd get anxious if he was ever late
Ma would rock and forth and watch the clock listin' for pa to hit the front porch
he'd come in nothin' clean but the whites of his eyes
And he'd reach for that lie-soap and scrubbin'
And I'd stand and watch him and say to myself
Boy be glad when I get big enough to work in the mines