Luyện nghe bài hát The Gallopin' Goose

(Chip Davis, Fries)

On a November mornin'
in nineteen-thirty-seven
With an early a-fallin'
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 Cathedral
'Cross the mountain switchbacks
And the far below
On the and lofty trestles
Near the mines of Ophir
In the silver San Juan
a goose a-plowin' snow

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

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

Up the side a' Sunshine
By internal gas
Eight pistons pullin'
thousand pounds a' lead
At the snowshed on the
The conductor 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 engine
Runnin' hot and on the
Came Number Five, The Goose

interlude here.]

Down the to Rico
In the valley of
They still talk the Southern
An' her of flyin' geese
the roundhouse at Ridgway
To the at Durango
All the are gone for scrap iron
And the rest in peace

Up the south of Sawpit
Past the red spires
'Cross the mountain switchbacks
And the far below
On the high and lofty
the fabled mines of Ophir
In the silver San Mountains
a legend in the snow

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