Luyện nghe bài hát The Farmer-Labor Train

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

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

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

There's warehouse boys and truckers and that skin the cats,
Men run the steel mills, the furnace and the blast,
Through the smoky cities, o'er the hot and dusty plains,
And the cushions are crowded, on this Farmer-Labor train.

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

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

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