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

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

See the ol' smoke risin' the bend
I reckon she knows she's 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 that's big
And all want lifts to Brown's Hotel
'Cause lots o' them travelin' 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 these aisles
My land, you must've walked a million miles
It's a to be on your feet 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, Topeka and the Fe)
She really down the line
Looky, looky, looky, look, look,
(Atchison, and the Santa Fe)
Oh, boy, we're and a puffin' on the 49

In this day and age, girls leave home
But if you get a hankerin', you roam
Our advice to you is run
On the Atchison, and the Santa Fe

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

Back in Ohio, where I 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 a ride on the Santa Fe)

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

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

Right from the day I heard them
(I the wheels a-singin')
the Kansas plains through New Mexico
(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 sneak 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 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 would go so

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