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

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

See the ol' smoke 'round the bend
I reckon that she knows gonna meet a friend
Folks these parts get the time 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 lifts to Brown's Hotel
'Cause lots o' them been travelin' for 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 back East are mighty 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 along these
My land, you must've walked about a million
It's a treat to be on feet all day
On the Atchison, Topeka and the Fe

Here she
(Comin' the line)
Raa du raa, du raa du, raa raa raa
(On the Atchison, Topeka and the Fe)
She really down the line
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 don't leave
But if you get a hankerin', you roam
Our advice to you is run
On the Atchison, Topeka and the Fe

What a 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 like Alice in

Back in Ohio, where I come
I've done a lot of dreamin' and I've 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 hear the whistle echoin' the hill
I'd watch the lights till they'd fade away
On the Atchison, Topeka and the Fe

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

Right from the day I heard start
(I the wheels a-singin')
'Cross the Kansas plains through New
(Across the plains, hum, ho)
I I've got a little 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 spend my busman's
On the Atchison, Topeka and the Fe

All
(We came across the lickety-split)
ninety miles an hour, fit to be tied)
I believe I'm here at last

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

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