Chuff chuff chuff choo choo. Come on, come on, let's ride a train.

噗噗噗噗噗噗。来吧，来吧，我们车吧。

The sound of the train is chuffa, chuff, chuff. All day long.

车的声音是咔嚓，咔嚓，咔嚓。一天响不停。

I swear I hear him chuff a chuckle in response.

我发誓我听到他回应似地轻笑了一声。

Oh, yeah. Let's ride the train. Chuffa, chuff, chuff. Chuffa, chuff, chuff.

哦，耶。咱们来搭乘车吧。咔嚓，咔嚓，咔嚓。咔嚓，咔嚓，咔嚓。

Look. It's a chuff chuff chuff chuff chuff choo choo train.

看。它是一列会噗噗响的车。

The sound of the train is chuffa, chuff, chuff. Chuffa, chuff, chuff. Chuffa, chuff, chuff.

车的声音是咔嚓，咔嚓，咔嚓。咔嚓，咔嚓，咔嚓。咔嚓，咔嚓，咔嚓。

This was a revelation formed in part over the three hours I now logged daily on the bus, boarding at Seventy-Fifth Street and chuffing through a maze of local stops, often forced to stand because it was too crowded to find a seat.

这是我现在每天在公共汽车上记录的三个小时中形成的部分启示，我在 75 街上车，在迷宫般的当地站点中匆匆忙忙地穿行，经常因为太拥挤而被迫站着，找不到座位。