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 tracks at Ames
Came a mighty contraption
to trainmen as a motor
But to folks in
She was by another name

Up the canyons of Sawpit
the red Cathedral spires
'Cross the mountain switchbacks
And the far below
On the and lofty trestles
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 Pierce-Arrow
hot and on the loose
Came Five, The Gallopin' Goose

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

Up the side a' Mountain
By gas combustion
Eight Pierce-Arrow pistons
thousand pounds a' lead
At the snowshed on the
The said his prayers
He a busted driveshaft
On the pass at Head

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

interlude here.]

Down the three-percent to
In the valley of
They talk about the Southern
An' her flock of flyin'
From the at Ridgway
To the at Durango
All the tracks are for scrap iron
And the ganders in peace

Up the canyons of Sawpit
Past the red Cathedral
the yellow mountain switchbacks
And the rapids far
On the high and lofty
the fabled mines of Ophir
In the San Juan Mountains
a legend in the snow

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