Luyện nghe bài hát Downbound Train

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

The engine with blood was and damp
And brilliantly lit with a lamp
And imps for fuel was bones
the furnace rang with a thousand groans

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

As the train rushed on at a pace
Sulphuric fumes scorched their and face
Wider and the country grew
Faster and faster the engine
and louder the thunder crashed
Brighter and brighter the flashed

and hotter the air became
Till their clothes burned with each quivering refrain
Then out of the din there a yell
Ha ha said the devil we're home
Oh how the passengers shrieked pain
They begged old Satan to stop train

The stranger awoke with an cry
His wet with sweat and his hair standing high
He fell on his knees on the bar room
And a prayer like never before

And the prayers and were not in vain
For he never rode that train