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

Do you that whistle down the line?
I figure that it's Number 49
the only one that'll 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 get the time of day
From the Atchison, and the Santa 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 Hotel
'Cause lots o' them been 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 back 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 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, and the Santa Fe)
She really down 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 don't leave
But if you get a hankerin', you roam
Our to you is run away
On the Atchison, Topeka and the Fe

What a lovely day, I'm feeling so fresh and
And I'm so glad to arrive, all so grand
It's easy to see you need a palace
To feel Alice in Wonderland

Back in Ohio, 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 would lean my window sill
And hear the whistle echoin' the hill
Then I'd watch the lights they'd fade away
On the Atchison, Topeka and the Fe

What a
(What a great big thrill)
the wheels a-singin' 'Westward ho'
(With the a-singin' 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 in my heart

When I'm old and gray and down
If I ever get a chance to sneak away town
Then I'll 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 at last

Woo oo ooo
(When you go travelin', it's for you)
(To the Atchison, Topeka and the Santa Fe)
believe that anything would go so fast

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