Luyện nghe bài hát The Gallopin' Goose

(Chip Davis, Fries)

On a November mornin'
in nineteen-thirty-seven
With an early a-fallin'
On the three-foot at Ames
a mighty strange contraption
Known to as a motor
But to in Colorado
She was known by another

Up the canyons south of
Past the red Cathedral
'Cross the yellow mountain
And the rapids far
On the and lofty trestles
Near the fabled of Ophir
In the silver San Juan
Came a goose a-plowin'

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

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

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

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

[Musical here.]

Down the to Rico
In the of Dolores
They talk about the Southern
An' her of flyin' geese
the roundhouse at Ridgway
To the depot at
All the are gone for scrap iron
And the rest in peace

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

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