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 sound way
On the Atchison, and the Santa Fe

See the ol' smoke risin' the bend
I reckon that she knows she's gonna meet a
Folks around these parts get the 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 that's pretty big
And they'll all lifts to Brown's Hotel
'Cause lots o' them been travelin' for quite a

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 East are mighty swell
The Chesapeake, and the ASL
But I my run and I make my pay
On the Atchison, and the Santa Fe

Goin' back and forth along these
My land, you must've about a million miles
It's a treat to be on 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, and the Santa Fe)
She racin' 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, don't leave home
But if you get a hankerin', you roam
Our to you is run away
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
It's easy to see you don't a palace
To feel like Alice in

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

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

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

Right the day I heard them start
(I heard the a-singin')
'Cross the 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 to sneak away from town
I'll spend my busman's holiday
On the Atchison, and the Santa Fe

All
(We came the country lickety-split)
ninety 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 that anything would go so fast

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