Luyện nghe bài hát The Gallopin' Goose

(Chip Davis, Fries)

On a cold mornin'
in nineteen-thirty-seven
With an early snow
On the tracks at Ames
Came a mighty strange
to trainmen as a motor
But to in Colorado
She was by another name

Up the south of Sawpit
Past the red spires
'Cross the yellow mountain
And the far below
On the high and lofty
the fabled mines of Ophir
In the silver San Juan
a goose a-plowin' snow

With a engine,
hot and on the loose
Came the Rio Grande
The Goose
With a engine
Runnin' hot and on the
Came Five, The Gallopin' Goose

'Twas a auto-mobile
On a wheels of iron
feet of rockin' boxcar
Spot-welded to her
Loaded down with
Ten bags a' ore
Two nursin' babies
Seven miners an' the

Up the side a' Sunshine
By gas combustion
Pierce-Arrow pistons pullin'
Fifteen pounds a' lead
At the on the summit
The conductor said his
He declared a driveshaft
On the pass at Lizard

With a engine
hot and on the loose
Came the Rio Southern
The Gallopin'
With a Pierce-Arrow
hot and on the loose
Came Number Five, The Goose

interlude here.]

Down the three-percent to
In the of Dolores
They talk about the Southern
An' her flock of flyin'
the roundhouse at Ridgway
To the depot at
All the tracks are gone for scrap
And the ganders in peace

Up the canyons south of
the red Cathedral spires
'Cross the yellow switchbacks
And the rapids far
On the high and lofty
the fabled mines of Ophir
In the silver San Juan
There's a legend in the

With a engine
Runnin' hot and on the
Came the Rio Grande
The Goose
With a engine
Runnin' hot and on the
Came Number Five, The Goose