Luyện nghe bài hát The Gallopin' Goose

(Chip Davis, Fries)

On a November mornin'
Back in
With an early snow
On the three-foot tracks at
Came a mighty strange
to trainmen as a motor
But to folks in
She was by another name

Up the canyons south of
Past the red spires
'Cross the mountain switchbacks
And the far below
On the high and trestles
Near the fabled of Ophir
In the silver San Juan
Came a 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 Five, The Gallopin' 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 nursin'
Seven an' the mail

Up the side a' Mountain
By internal gas
Eight Pierce-Arrow pullin'
Fifteen thousand pounds a'
At the snowshed on the
The conductor his prayers
He declared a busted
On the at Lizard Head

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

[Musical here.]

the three-percent to Rico
In the of Dolores
They still talk the Southern
An' her flock of geese
the roundhouse at Ridgway
To the at Durango
All the tracks are for scrap iron
And the ganders rest in

Up the canyons of Sawpit
the red Cathedral spires
'Cross the yellow mountain
And the rapids far
On the high and trestles
Near the fabled of Ophir
In the silver San Mountains
a legend in the snow

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