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

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

See the ol' risin' 'round the bend
I that she knows she's gonna meet a friend
Folks around these parts get the of day
From the Atchison, Topeka and the Fe

she comes
(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 Brown's
'Cause lots o' them been travelin' for quite a

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 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 forth along aisles
My land, you must've walked about a million
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 really racin' down the
Looky, looky, looky, look, look,
(Atchison, Topeka and the Fe)
Oh, boy, huffin' and a puffin' on the 49

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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