Luyện nghe bài hát The Gallopin' Goose

(Chip Davis, Fries)

On a cold mornin'
Back in
an early snow a-fallin'
On the tracks at Ames
a mighty strange contraption
Known to as a motor
But to folks in
She was known by another

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

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

'Twas a four-door
On a dozen of iron
feet of rockin' boxcar
Spot-welded to her
Loaded down with
Ten bags a' ore
Two mothers babies
miners an' the mail

Up the a' Sunshine Mountain
By gas combustion
Eight Pierce-Arrow pullin'
Fifteen pounds a' lead
At the snowshed on the
The conductor said his
He declared a driveshaft
On the pass at Lizard

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

[Musical here.]

the three-percent to Rico
In the of Dolores
still talk about the Southern
An' her of flyin' geese
From the roundhouse at
To the depot at
All the tracks are gone for iron
And the rest in peace

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

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