Luyện nghe bài hát The Gallopin' Goose

(Chip Davis, Fries)

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

Up the canyons south of
Past the red spires
'Cross the yellow mountain
And the far below
On the high and trestles
Near the mines of Ophir
In the silver San Mountains
Came a a-plowin' snow

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

'Twas a four-door
On a wheels of iron
Sixteen feet of boxcar
Spot-welded to her
down with mercantile
Ten a' high-grade ore
Two mothers babies
Seven an' the mail

Up the side a' Sunshine
By internal gas
Eight Pierce-Arrow pullin'
thousand pounds a' lead
At the on the summit
The conductor his prayers
He declared a busted
On the pass at Lizard

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 Gallopin'

[Musical here.]

Down the to Rico
In the valley of
They still talk about the
An' her flock of geese
From the roundhouse at
To the at Durango
All the tracks are gone for iron
And the ganders 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 San Juan Mountains
a legend in the snow

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