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
the only one that'll sound that way
On the Atchison, Topeka and the Fe

See the ol' smoke risin' the bend
I reckon that she knows she's gonna a friend
Folks around these 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
'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 East are swell
The Chesapeake, and the ASL
But I make my run and I 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 to be on your feet all day
On the Atchison, Topeka and the Fe

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

In this day and age, girls leave home
But if you get a hankerin', you roam
Our advice to you is run
On the Atchison, and the Santa Fe

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

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

I lean across my window sill
And hear the whistle echoin' the hill
Then I'd watch the lights till fade away
On the Atchison, and the Santa 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 heard the a-singin')
'Cross the plains through New Mexico
(Across the plains, hum, ho)
I guess I've got a little gypsy in my

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

All
(We came across the lickety-split)
ninety 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, and the Santa Fe)
Can't believe anything would go so fast

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