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

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

See the ol' smoke risin' the bend,
I reckon that she knows gonna meet a friend,
Folks around these parts get the 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 that's big
And they'll all want lifts to Hotel,
'Cause 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 my run and I make my pay
On the Atchison, and the Santa Fe.

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

we come!

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

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

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

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

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

me my hair combed and my slicker,
Gonna get spruced up and --- her.
Put on the dog and city-slick her,
Mr. Harvey, Mr. Harvey,

Fred knows exactly how to pick 'em!

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

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

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

We school marms from Grand Rapids, Mich.
But reading, writing, 'rithmetic 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,
buried in Paris,
But I finally left
Paris, Illinois!

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

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

Back in Ohio, where I come
I've done alot of dreamin' and I some
But I thought, I'd see the day
When I ever took a on the Santa Fe
Wanna a ride on the Santa Fe
I would lean across my sill
And hear the whistle echoin' across the
Then I'd watch the lights as fade away
On the Atchison, Topeka, and the Fe
a thrill
What a great big thill
With the whistle singing ho!
Right from the day I heard them
'Cross the Kansas through New Mexico
I guess got a little gypsy in my heat
When I'm old and gray and settled
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 believe that anything would go so
Then pullin' throtle, whistle blows
and a-puffin' and away we go
All aboard for
On the
On the Topeka
On the Atchison and
On the Atchison and the Santa Fe