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 tracks at Ames
Came a mighty contraption
Known to trainmen as a
But to in Colorado
She was known by name

Up the south of Sawpit
Past the red spires
'Cross the mountain switchbacks
And the far below
On the and lofty trestles
the fabled mines 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 Gallopin'
With a engine
Runnin' hot and on the
Came Number Five, The Goose

a four-door auto-mobile
On a dozen of iron
Sixteen feet of rockin'
to her tail
Loaded down mercantile
Ten bags a' ore
Two mothers nursin'
miners an' the mail

Up the side a' Mountain
By gas combustion
Pierce-Arrow pistons pullin'
Fifteen thousand a' lead
At the snowshed on the
The said his prayers
He declared a driveshaft
On the at Lizard Head

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

interlude here.]

Down the three-percent to
In the of Dolores
They still about the Southern
An' her of flyin' geese
From the roundhouse at
To the at Durango
All the tracks are gone for scrap
And the ganders rest in

Up the canyons south of
Past the red Cathedral
the yellow mountain switchbacks
And the rapids far
On the high and trestles
Near the fabled mines of
In the silver San Mountains
a legend in the snow

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