Luyện nghe bài hát Downbound Train

A lying 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 train

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

The boiler was filled with lager
The devil himself was the
The passengers were a motley crew
Some were foreigners and he knew
men in broadcloth, beggars in rags
Handsome young ladies and old hags

As the train rushed on at a terrible
fumes scorched their hands and face
Wider and the country grew
Faster and the engine flew
Louder and the thunder crashed
Brighter and the lighting flashed

and hotter the air became
Till their clothes were burned each quivering refrain
Then out of the din came 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 with an anguished cry
His clothes wet with and his hair standing high
He on his knees on the bar room floor
And prayed a prayer never before

And the and vows were not in vain
For he rode that downbound train