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

Do you that whistle down the line?
I that it's Engine Number 49
She's the only one sound that way
On the Atchison, and the Santa Fe

See the ol' smoke risin' 'round the
I reckon that she knows she's gonna a friend
Folks around these parts get the 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 pretty big
And they'll all want lifts to Hotel
'Cause lots o' them 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 are mighty swell
The Chesapeake, and the ASL
But I make my run and I my pay
On the Atchison, Topeka and the Fe

Goin' back and along these aisles
My land, you walked about 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 really racin' the line
Looky, looky, looky, look, look,
(Atchison, Topeka and the Fe)
Oh, boy, we're and a puffin' on the 49

In this day and age, girls leave home
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 glad to arrive, it's all so
It's easy to see you need a palace
To like Alice in Wonderland

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

I would lean across my window
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 big wonderful thrill)
With the wheels 'Westward ho'
(With the wheels hum, ho)

from the day I heard them start
(I the wheels a-singin')
'Cross the plains through New Mexico
(Across the plains, hum, ho)
I guess 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 spend my busman's holiday
On the Atchison, and the Santa Fe

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

Woo oo ooo
(When you go travelin', it's for you)
(To take the Atchison, Topeka and the Fe)
Can't believe that would go so fast

Then you that throttle, whistle blows
A and a puffin' and away she goes
All for Californiay, hey
On the Atchison, and the Santa Fe