Luyện nghe bài hát The Gallopin' Goose

(Chip Davis, Fries)

On a cold November
in nineteen-thirty-seven
With an early a-fallin'
On the three-foot tracks at
Came a mighty contraption
to trainmen as a motor
But to folks in
She was known by name

Up the south of Sawpit
the red Cathedral spires
'Cross the mountain switchbacks
And the far below
On the high and trestles
Near the fabled of Ophir
In the San Juan Mountains
Came a goose a-plowin'

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

'Twas a auto-mobile
On a dozen wheels of
feet of rockin' boxcar
Spot-welded to her
Loaded down with
Ten a' high-grade ore
Two mothers babies
miners an' the mail

Up the side a' Mountain
By internal gas
Eight pistons pullin'
Fifteen thousand a' lead
At the snowshed on the
The said his prayers
He declared a driveshaft
On the at Lizard Head

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

[Musical here.]

Down the three-percent to
In the of Dolores
They still talk about the
An' her flock of geese
the roundhouse at Ridgway
To the at Durango
All the tracks are gone for scrap
And the rest in peace

Up the canyons south of
the red Cathedral spires
'Cross the yellow mountain
And the far below
On the and lofty trestles
Near the fabled mines of
In the silver San Mountains
a legend in the snow

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