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 three-foot tracks at
Came a strange contraption
to trainmen as a motor
But to folks in
She was known by another

Up the south of Sawpit
the red Cathedral spires
'Cross the mountain switchbacks
And the far below
On the high and trestles
the fabled mines of Ophir
In the silver San Mountains
a goose a-plowin' snow

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

a four-door auto-mobile
On a dozen wheels of
Sixteen feet of boxcar
Spot-welded to her
Loaded down with
Ten bags a' ore
Two nursin' babies
Seven an' the mail

Up the a' Sunshine Mountain
By internal gas
Eight Pierce-Arrow pistons
Fifteen thousand a' lead
At the snowshed on the
The conductor said his
He declared a driveshaft
On the pass at Head

With a engine
Runnin' hot and on the
the Rio Grande Southern
The Gallopin'
With a Pierce-Arrow
Runnin' hot and on the
Number 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 tracks are for scrap iron
And the ganders in peace

Up the canyons south of
Past the red Cathedral
the yellow mountain switchbacks
And the far below
On the high and trestles
Near the fabled mines of
In the San Juan Mountains
There's a legend in the

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