Luyện nghe bài hát The Farmer-Labor Train

From the Canadian Rockies to the land of Mexico,
and the country, wherever you may go,
Through the wild and weather, the sun and sleet and rain,
Comes a-whistlin' through the this Farmer-Labor train.

Listen to the and the rumble and the roar,
She's rollin' through New England to the Pacific shore.
It's a long time we've been waitin', now been whistlin' 'round the bend,
on into Congress on that Farmer-Labor train.

There's lumberjacks and and sailors from the sea,
There's farmin' boys from and the hills of Tennessee,
There's miners from Kentucky, there's fishermen Maine;
Every worker in the country rides Farmer-Labor train.

There's warehouse boys and and guys that skin the cats,
Men that run the steel mills, the and the blast,
the smoky factory cities, o'er the hot and dusty plains,
And the cushions they are crowded, on this train.

Listen to the and the rumble and the roar,
She's through New England to the West Pacific shore.
a long time we've been waitin', now she's been whistlin' 'round the bend,
Ride on on Congress on that Farmer-Labor train.

There's folks of every color and ridin' side by side
the swamps of Louisiana and across the Great Divide,
From the fields and the orchards and the lowing cattle range,
And they're rolling onto on this Farmer-Labor train.

This pulled into Washington a bright and happy day,
she steamed into the station you could hear the people say:
"There's that Farmer-Labor Special, full of union men
Headin' onto White House on the train."