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

See the ol' risin' 'round the bend
I reckon that she she's gonna meet a friend
Folks around these parts get the 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 that's 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 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 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, and the Santa Fe)
She really down the line
Looky, looky, looky, look, look,
(Atchison, and the Santa Fe)
Oh, boy, we're huffin' and a on the 49

In this day and age, girls don't home
But if you get a hankerin', you wanna
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 to arrive, it's all so grand
It's to see you don't need a palace
To feel like Alice in

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

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

What a
(What a great big 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 Kansas 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 sneak away from
Then I'll my busman's holiday
On the Atchison, Topeka and the Fe

All
(We across 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, Topeka and the Fe)
Can't that anything would go so fast

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