Luyện nghe bài hát The Gallopin' Goose

(Chip Davis, Fries)

On a cold November
in nineteen-thirty-seven
With an early a-fallin'
On the tracks at Ames
Came a mighty strange
Known to trainmen as a
But to folks in
She was known by name

Up the south of Sawpit
the red Cathedral spires
'Cross the mountain switchbacks
And the rapids far
On the high and lofty
Near the fabled mines of
In the silver San Mountains
Came a goose snow

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

a four-door auto-mobile
On a dozen wheels of
Sixteen feet of rockin'
Spot-welded to her
Loaded with mercantile
Ten a' high-grade ore
Two mothers babies
miners an' the mail

Up the side a' Sunshine
By gas combustion
Eight Pierce-Arrow pistons
Fifteen pounds a' lead
At the snowshed on the
The said his prayers
He a busted driveshaft
On the pass at Lizard

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

interlude here.]

Down the to Rico
In the of Dolores
They still talk the Southern
An' her flock of flyin'
From the roundhouse at
To the at Durango
All the tracks are for scrap iron
And the ganders rest in

Up the canyons of Sawpit
Past the red spires
'Cross the yellow mountain
And the rapids far
On the and lofty trestles
the fabled mines of Ophir
In the silver San Juan
a legend in the snow

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