Luyện nghe bài hát Downbound Train

A stranger on a bar room floor
Had drank so much he could no more
So he asleep with a troubled brain
To dream that he rode on that downbound

The engine blood was sweaty and damp
And brilliantly lit a brimstone lamp
And imps for fuel was shoveling
While the furnace rang with a groans

The was filled with lager beer
The devil himself was the
The passengers were most a motley
Some were foreigners and others he
Rich men in broadcloth, in rags
Handsome young ladies and old hags

As the rushed on at a terrible pace
Sulphuric fumes scorched their and face
Wider and the country grew
and faster the engine flew
Louder and louder the crashed
Brighter and the lighting flashed

Hotter and hotter the air
Till their clothes burned with each quivering refrain
Then out of the din there a yell
Ha ha said the devil nearing home
Oh how the shrieked with pain
They begged old Satan to stop that

The awoke with an anguished cry
His clothes wet sweat and his hair standing high
He on his knees on the bar room floor
And prayed a prayer like before

And the prayers and vows not in vain
For he never rode that downbound