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

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

See the ol' smoke risin' 'round the
I that she knows she's gonna meet a friend
around these parts get the time of day
From the Atchison, 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 pretty big
And all want lifts to Brown's Hotel
lots o' them been travelin' for quite a spell

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

Ooh ee, Atchison, Topeka, Fe
Atchison,

On the roads back East are mighty
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 these aisles
My land, you must've walked about a miles
It's a treat to be on your 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 really racin' the line
Looky, looky, looky, look, look,
(Atchison, Topeka and the Fe)
Oh, boy, huffin' and a puffin' on the 49

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

What a lovely day, I'm feeling so fresh and
And I'm so to arrive, it's all so grand
It's easy to see you don't a palace
To feel Alice in Wonderland

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 ever took a ride on the Fe
(Wanna take a ride on the Fe)

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

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

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

When I'm old and gray and settled
If I ever get a chance to sneak from town
Then I'll spend my busman's
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 believe I'm 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 go so fast

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