Luyện nghe bài hát The Gallopin' Goose

(Chip Davis, Fries)

On a November mornin'
Back in
With an early snow
On the tracks at Ames
a mighty strange contraption
Known to as a motor
But to folks in
She was by another name

Up the south of Sawpit
the red Cathedral spires
'Cross the yellow switchbacks
And the far below
On the and lofty trestles
Near the fabled mines of
In the silver San Juan
a goose a-plowin' snow

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

'Twas a auto-mobile
On a dozen wheels of
Sixteen feet of rockin'
to her tail
Loaded with mercantile
Ten bags a' ore
Two mothers nursin'
Seven miners an' the

Up the a' Sunshine Mountain
By gas combustion
Eight pistons pullin'
Fifteen pounds a' lead
At the snowshed on the
The conductor his prayers
He declared a driveshaft
On the pass at Head

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

[Musical here.]

Down the to Rico
In the valley of
still talk about the Southern
An' her flock of flyin'
the roundhouse at Ridgway
To the depot at
All the tracks are gone for iron
And the rest in peace

Up the canyons south of
Past the red spires
'Cross the mountain switchbacks
And the far below
On the high and trestles
Near the fabled mines of
In the silver San Mountains
There's a legend in the

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