Luyện nghe bài hát The Gallopin' Goose

(Chip Davis, Fries)

On a cold mornin'
in nineteen-thirty-seven
With an snow a-fallin'
On the three-foot tracks at
a mighty strange contraption
Known to as a motor
But to folks in
She was by another name

Up the canyons of Sawpit
the red Cathedral spires
'Cross the yellow mountain
And the rapids far
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
the Rio Grande Southern
The Goose
With a engine
hot and on the loose
Came Number Five, The Goose

'Twas a auto-mobile
On a wheels of iron
feet of rockin' boxcar
Spot-welded to her
down with mercantile
Ten a' high-grade ore
Two nursin' babies
miners an' the mail

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

With a Pierce-Arrow
hot and on the loose
Came the Rio Grande
The Gallopin'
With a engine
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
the roundhouse at Ridgway
To the depot at
All the are gone for scrap iron
And the ganders in peace

Up the canyons south of
the red Cathedral spires
'Cross the yellow switchbacks
And the rapids far
On the high and lofty
Near the fabled mines of
In the silver San Juan
There's a in the snow

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