Luyện nghe bài hát The Gallopin' Goose

(Chip Davis, Fries)

On a cold mornin'
Back in
With an early snow
On the tracks at Ames
Came a strange contraption
Known to as a motor
But to in Colorado
She was known by name

Up the canyons of Sawpit
Past the red spires
the yellow mountain switchbacks
And the rapids far
On the high and trestles
Near the fabled of Ophir
In the silver San Mountains
Came a a-plowin' snow

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

'Twas a four-door
On a dozen wheels of
Sixteen of rockin' boxcar
to her tail
Loaded down with
Ten a' high-grade ore
Two nursin' babies
Seven an' the mail

Up the side a' Sunshine
By gas combustion
Eight Pierce-Arrow pullin'
thousand pounds a' lead
At the snowshed on the
The conductor said his
He declared a busted
On the pass at Head

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

[Musical here.]

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

Up the canyons of Sawpit
Past the red spires
'Cross the mountain switchbacks
And the rapids far
On the high and trestles
Near the fabled of Ophir
In the San Juan Mountains
There's a legend in the

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