Luyện nghe bài hát The Gallopin' Goose

(Chip Davis, Fries)

On a cold mornin'
Back in
With an snow a-fallin'
On the three-foot tracks at
a mighty strange contraption
Known to as a motor
But to folks in
She was known by name

Up the canyons of Sawpit
Past the red Cathedral
'Cross the yellow mountain
And the far below
On the and lofty trestles
Near the fabled mines of
In the silver San Mountains
a goose a-plowin' snow

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

'Twas a four-door
On a dozen of iron
Sixteen feet of rockin'
Spot-welded to her
down with mercantile
Ten bags a' ore
Two mothers babies
Seven 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 said his
He declared a driveshaft
On the pass at Head

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

[Musical here.]

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

Up the canyons of Sawpit
Past the red spires
'Cross the mountain switchbacks
And the rapids far
On the and lofty trestles
Near the fabled mines of
In the silver San Juan
a legend in the 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 Goose