Luyện nghe bài hát The Gallopin' Goose

(Chip Davis, Fries)

On a November mornin'
in nineteen-thirty-seven
With an early snow
On the three-foot at Ames
a mighty strange contraption
Known to as a motor
But to in Colorado
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 a-plowin' snow

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

a four-door auto-mobile
On a dozen wheels of
Sixteen feet of boxcar
to her tail
Loaded down with
Ten bags a' ore
Two mothers babies
miners an' the mail

Up the side a' Mountain
By gas combustion
Pierce-Arrow pistons pullin'
Fifteen pounds a' lead
At the snowshed on the
The conductor his prayers
He a busted driveshaft
On the pass at Lizard

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

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Down the to Rico
In the valley of
They still about the Southern
An' her flock of geese
From the at Ridgway
To the depot at
All the tracks are gone for iron
And the ganders rest in

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

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