Luyện nghe bài hát On The Atchison, Topeka and the Santa Fe

Do you hear that down the line?
I figure that it's Number 49
She's the only one that'll that way
On the Atchison, Topeka and the Fe

See the ol' smoke risin' 'round the
I reckon that she knows she's meet a friend
Folks these parts get the time of day
the Atchison, Topeka and the Santa Fe

Here she
(Ooh, ooh, ooh)
Hey, Jim, you get the rig
(Ooh, ooh, ooh)
She's got a list of passengers that's big
And all want lifts to Brown's Hotel
'Cause lots o' them been travelin' for quite a

On the way to
On the Atchison,
On the Atchison,
On the Atchison, Topeka and the Fe

Ooh ee, Atchison, Topeka, Fe
Atchison,

On the roads back East are mighty
The Chesapeake, and the ASL
But I make my run and I my pay
On the Atchison, Topeka and the Fe

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

Here she
(Comin' the line)
Raa du raa, du raa du, raa raa raa
(On the Atchison, Topeka and the Fe)
She racin' down the line
Looky, looky, looky, look, look,
(Atchison, and the Santa Fe)
Oh, boy, we're and a puffin' on the 49

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

What a lovely day, I'm feeling so and alive
And I'm so to arrive, it's all so grand
It's easy to see you need a palace
To feel like Alice in

Back in Ohio, I come from
done a lot of dreamin' and I've traveled some
But I thought, I'd see the day
When I took a ride on the Santa Fe
(Wanna take a ride on the Fe)

I would lean across my window
And hear the whistle echoin' the hill
I'd watch the lights till they'd fade away
On the Atchison, Topeka and the Fe

What a
(What a great big thrill)
With the a-singin' 'Westward ho'
(With the wheels hum, ho)

Right from the day I heard them
(I the wheels a-singin')
'Cross the Kansas through New Mexico
(Across the plains, hum, ho)
I guess I've got a little in my heart

When I'm old and and settled down
If I ever get a chance to sneak away from
Then spend my busman's holiday
On the Atchison, and the Santa Fe

All
(We came the country lickety-split)
Goin' miles an hour, fit to be tied)
I can't I'm here at last

Woo oo ooo
(When you go travelin', it's for you)
(To take the Atchison, and the Santa Fe)
believe that anything would go so fast

Then you pull throttle, whistle blows
A huffin' and a puffin' and she goes
All for Californiay, hey
On the Atchison, Topeka and the Fe