Luyện nghe bài hát Downbound Train

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

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

The boiler was filled lager beer
The devil himself was the
The were most a motley crew
were foreigners and others he knew
Rich men in broadcloth, in rags
Handsome young and wicked old hags

As the train rushed on at a pace
Sulphuric scorched their hands and face
and wider the country grew
Faster and the engine flew
and louder the thunder crashed
Brighter and brighter the lighting

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

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

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