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

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

See the ol' smoke risin' 'round the
I reckon that she knows she's gonna meet a
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 of passengers that's pretty 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 these aisles
My land, you walked about a million miles
It's a treat to be on feet all day
On the Atchison, and the Santa Fe

she comes
(Comin' the line)
Raa du raa, du raa du, raa raa raa
(On the Atchison, Topeka and the Fe)
She really racin' 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 home
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 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

in Ohio, where I come from
I've done a lot of dreamin' and traveled 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 sill
And hear the whistle across the hill
I'd watch the lights till they'd fade away
On the Atchison, and the Santa Fe

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

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

When I'm old and gray and 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)
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 take the Atchison, Topeka and the Fe)
Can't believe anything would go so fast

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