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

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

See the ol' smoke round the bend,
I reckon she knows she's gonna meet a friend,
Folks these parts 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 list o' passengers pretty big
And they'll all lifts to Brown's Hotel,
'Cause lots o' them 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 back are mighty swell,
The Chesapeake, and the ASL,
But I my run and I make my pay
On the Atchison, and the Santa Fe.

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

we come!

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

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

Hey, men, did you ever see perty femininity
arrivin' all at once in here town?
In here town?
saw the likes of this for miles around!

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

Wash your face and hands, we you'll never be afraid of soap!
Button and powdered chalk and fancy smells and baby talk-
It's awful what a gal will to do!
Even so, we aim to say we love to and oh-
Baby, are there any more at like you?

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

I was the Russell of Cherryville, Kansas,
But never gave 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 middle Hi-a-wath-ee -
Ohio!
I'm gonna git the in them thar hills,
So I good-bye-o, Ohio!

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

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

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

What a lovely
I'm feeling so fresh and
And I'm so to arrive
It's all to
It's easy to see, you dont a palace
To feel like Alice in

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