Luyện nghe bài hát Downbound Train

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

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

The boiler was filled lager beer
The himself was the engineer
The passengers were most a crew
Some were and others he knew
Rich men in broadcloth, beggars in
Handsome young and wicked old hags

As the train on at a terrible pace
fumes scorched their hands and face
Wider and wider the grew
and faster the engine flew
Louder and the thunder crashed
Brighter and brighter the flashed

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

The stranger awoke an anguished cry
His clothes wet sweat and his hair standing high
He on his knees on the bar room floor
And prayed a like never before

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