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

Do you hear that whistle down the
I figure that Engine Number 49
She's the one that'll sound that way
On the Atchison, and the Santa Fe

See the ol' smoke 'round the bend
I reckon that she knows she's gonna meet a
Folks around these 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 that's pretty big
And they'll all want to Brown's Hotel
'Cause o' them been travelin' for quite a spell

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

Goin' back and forth these aisles
My land, you must've walked about a miles
It's a to be on your 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, Topeka and the Fe)
Oh, boy, we're huffin' and a on the 49

In this day and age, girls don't 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 so fresh and alive
And I'm so glad to arrive, it's all so
It's to see you don't need a palace
To like Alice in Wonderland

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

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

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

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

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

All
(We across the country lickety-split)
Goin' miles an hour, fit to be tied)
I believe I'm here at last

Woo oo ooo
(When you go travelin', natch for you)
(To the Atchison, Topeka and the Santa Fe)
Can't believe that anything would go so

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