Luyện nghe bài hát On the Atchison, topeka and the Sant Fe

Do you hear whistle down the line?
I figure that engine number forty-nine,
She's the only one sound that way.
On the Atchison, and the Santa Fe

See the ol' risin' round the bend,
I reckon she knows she's gonna meet a friend,
Folks around these get the time o' day
From the Atchison, and the Santa Fe

she comes!
Ooh, ooh, ooh,
Hey, Jim! yuh git the rig!
Ooh, ooh, ooh,
She's got a o' passengers that's pretty big
And all want lifts to Brown's Hotel,
lots o' them been travelin' for quite a spell,
All the way to
On the Atchison,
On the Atchison,
on the Atchison, and the Santa Fe.

Ooh-ee!
Atchison, and the Santa Fe,
Atchison, Topeka.

Oh, the roads east are mighty swell,
The Chesapeake, and the ASL,
But I make my run and I my pay
On the Atchison, Topeka and the Fe.

back and forth along these aisles,
My land, you must've about a million miles.
It's a treat to be on feet all day
On the Atchison, and the Santa Fe.

we come!

She's really down the line
Looky, look, look, looky look, look,
Oh, boy, we're and a-puffin' on the forty-nine!

In this day and age don't leave home
But if you get a hankerin', you roam
Our advice to you is run
On the Atchison, and the Santa Fe.

Hey, men, did you ever see perty femininity
all at once in this here town?
In this town?
Never saw the likes of for miles around!

and round our heads are spinning,
New are beginning.
What a of calico,
It's taffet-ee and calico to really put a on the kibosh
Cowboy,
enough to make a fella wanna wash...

Wash your face and hands, we hope never be afraid of soap!
Button shoes and powdered and fancy smells and baby talk-
awful what a gal will stoop to do!
Even so, we aim to say we love to and oh-
Baby, are there any more at home like

me my hair combed and my slicker,
Gonna get up and I'll --- her.
Put on the dog and I'll her,
Mr. Harvey, Mr. Harvey,

Fred Harvey knows how to pick 'em!

We from Dubuque, I-O-Way,
That's where the tall, tall, corn grows.
We come Louisiana,
where the Mis-is-is-is-isippi flows.

I was the Lilian of Cherryville, Kansas,
But they never me a chance.
I high school in Providence, Rhode Island,
And Providence, Island is where dance.

(Virginia O'Brien)
Oh, I'm Chillicothe-
Ohio!
My name's Hi-a-wath-ee -
Ohio!
I'm gonna git the gold in thar hills,
So I good-bye-o, Ohio!

We school marms from Grand Rapids, Mich.
But reading, writing, were not our dish.

(Ruth Brady)
I was in Paris,
I was in Paris,
to school in Paris, Where I met a boy
I was in Paris,
Almost in Paris,
But I finally Paris-
Paris, Illinois!

(Ray Bolger)
So is the wild and woolly west!
me my chaps and my checkered vest.
Give me a girl and a for my hip!
Bang, bang! Yip, yip!

a lovely trip
I'm feeling so and alive
And I'm so to arrive
all to grand
It's to see, you dont need a palace
To feel like in Wonderland

Back in Ohio, I come from
I've alot of dreamin' and I traveled some
But I thought, I'd see the day
When I ever took a ride on the Fe
Wanna take a on the Santa Fe
I lean across my window sill
And hear the echoin' across the hills
I'd watch the lights as they fade away
On the Atchison, Topeka, and the Fe
What a
What a great big thill
the whistle singing westward ho!
Right from the day I them start
'Cross the plains through New Mexico
I guess I've got a little gypsy in my
When I'm old and and settled down
If I ever get a to sneek away from town
Then I'll my busman's holiday
On the Atchison, Topeka, and the Fe
All aboard!!
All aboard!!
I can't believe here at last
Ohh Ohh
I believe that anything would go so fast
your pullin' throtle, whistle blows
A-huffin' and a-puffin' and we go
All for Californi-a
On the
On the Topeka
On the Atchison and
On the Atchison Topeka and the Fe