Luyện nghe bài hát The Gallopin' Goose

(Chip Davis, Fries)

On a November mornin'
in nineteen-thirty-seven
With an snow a-fallin'
On the tracks at Ames
Came a strange contraption
Known to trainmen as a
But to in Colorado
She was by another name

Up the canyons of Sawpit
Past the red spires
'Cross the yellow mountain
And the rapids far
On the high and trestles
the fabled mines of Ophir
In the San Juan Mountains
Came a goose snow

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

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

Up the side a' Mountain
By gas combustion
Eight Pierce-Arrow pistons
Fifteen thousand a' lead
At the snowshed on the
The conductor his prayers
He declared a busted
On the pass at Lizard

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

[Musical here.]

the three-percent to Rico
In the valley of
They talk about the Southern
An' her flock of flyin'
From the at Ridgway
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
'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
Runnin' hot and on the
the Rio Grande Southern
The Goose
With a Pierce-Arrow
hot and on the loose
Came Five, The Gallopin' Goose