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

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

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

Here she
(Ooh, ooh, ooh)
Hey, Jim, you get the rig
(Ooh, ooh, ooh)
She's got a list of passengers that's 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, and the Santa Fe

Ooh ee, Atchison, Topeka, Fe
Atchison,

On the roads East 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 forth along these
My land, you must've walked about a million
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, and the Santa Fe)
She really racin' the line
Looky, looky, looky, look, look,
(Atchison, Topeka and the Fe)
Oh, boy, we're huffin' and a on the 49

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

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

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 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

What a
(What a big wonderful thrill)
With the wheels a-singin' ho'
(With the wheels 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 guess I've got a gypsy in my heart

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

All
(We came the country 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, Topeka and the Fe)
Can't believe that anything would go so

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